Mr. Shadow - OMB lyrics

What's up Vicious We're just back up here in the studio dumping tracks Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracks We gotta kick a track to tell these motherf**kers How we live everyday life in Dago So why don't you bring that motherf**ker in Yeah That's what I'm talking about Some gangsta funk Some everyday life funk You know what's up Vicious How we get high, drunk Just peep the ways of the sick Yeah From the dark side of SD, you all know me as the Sombra Striking motherf**kers like a cobra Hold the f**k up if you think you're gonna ride With this young money making hustler banging in the Westside Till I die, I'm gonna be known For busting raps, applying weed, and busting caps on my foes In another state of mind, but can you blame a fool I already made a million dollars and never attended high school I keep cool until a motherf**ker tests me Tripping of sensi, leave your body messy, Smith and Wessy Won't let me sleep, she's quick to trip On any motherf**ker thinking that he's creeping, no bullsh** So hit the joint, hold it in and pa** it to the left Make a phony fool feel like it's his last breath Fast d**h when you step out of line Straight out the 619 where gangsters keep it live At any time so check your nuts when you're heading five south 'cause the money making schemes is what it's all about (Chorus x2) It's the one man battalion bringing all the warfare Come around my block and feel the tension from the cold stare Beware when you come to the 619 Where motherf**kers do time for violent crimes I kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters Drink alize and smoke weed with true players Fakers better hide when they come to the Westside Another fallen victim to a homicide It's Mr. Shadow putting it down for Beyond I'm a motherf**king soldier, one little word and it's on Bring it on if you want to You better blast or your heart is gonna stop soon Make room for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters Watch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God bless ya I tried to tell you little b**hes not to test my sk**s Now you're calling up the dentist for a new grill Feel the pain when I storm like the rain I smoke Mary Jane and I love to gang bang Hang with my dogs, straight break laws Take up all odds and unload on all frauds When duty calls you know that it's a must To bust on any motherf**ker that you don't trust Come on (Chorus x2) Pay attention, don't interrupt or get jumped on Wicked San Diego is the city that I come from California, the State is Golden Thirty eight snub with hollow points is what I'm holding Smoking weed till my lungs bleed, I need a breather Underneath the seed I got a baggy full of reefer Leave a motherf**ker numb from the fumes Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use like shoes No clues to check me down, so stop hoping Hope you have a better chance of finding your lady getting poked Ain't that a b**h, a little dog chasing it's own tail It's on my little enemy with the WT cartel Clientele keep coming, Dago's most wanted For all the f**king d** and those riots that I started Charted number one on the top ten fugitives All because I roll with bald headed balling lunatics Crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror Oh the ride when we slide, I am your superior (Chorus x2) Haha Yeah So that's basically the way it goes everyday in Dago And if you can't take the heat stay the f**k out of my city You petty minded motherf**ker We break rules, and you fools AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs b**h Haha Yeah