Rbl Posse - Sorta Like A Psycho lyrics

(Black C) Sorta like a psycho, a n***a just might go Spray the whole town 'cause a n***a is a schitzo Little freaky deetch try to say a n***a mean But I'm sprayin punk a** with my Uzi machine (What you gonna do that sh** fo?), lay your punk a** on the floor So you wanna be captain save a hoe? Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat (Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mothaf**in mac Or my deuce deuce, mothaf**in call it what you want to (I call my sh** a gun), well I call my sh** the make-room Mothaf**a Mothaf**a mothaf**a pretty soon Since you're on my f**in penis why don't you drop to your f**in knees Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah Bark like a dog and just make my mothaf**in day, n***a Ya f**in wit the wrong one, psycho a** lunatic n***a that is on one B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothaf**in name I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge Boom boom boom I watch the n***a head fall off Then I hit the cuts with my mothaf**in sawed off Duck while the body rot, n***a still on the plot But next time, I use my mothaf**in Glock (chorus) To the old school n***a where I'm known the most Hunter's Point, give it up smooth Knick knack paddy wack, give a b**h a crack sack While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off n***as backs But it ain't no thang, my b**h in the dope game And I gotta ride, k**, and maintain my mothaf**in biz wax A n***a's fin to get tax, a n***a goin mad, they call me mad max A mothaf**in rebel (a crazy a** basket) Punk mothaf**a just call me Charles Manson Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth) Is my mothaf**in moto But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm finna shake and bake em Tippy tippy toe to my mothaf**in back door I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo b**h gimme some mothaf**in zig zags ho Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green gra** But I'm not trippin, a n***a gotta k** time Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 Stepped went crept to the mothaf**in window The gun in the right hand, the left one indo But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill f** that sh** gimme a break down before I get ill Chorus I'm startin off my last verse, five n***as in a hearse f**in wit me should've checked his f**in head first I pulled out the U to the Z to the I Punk mothaf**as weren't prepared for the homicide Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing Got four in the head and one in the dinga ling And if they didn't know me right now Then they'll never ever ever ever know me (Mr.Cee) So you should've be listenin from the get go 'cause the villian on the under is about to flow I'm a n***a that moves in silence And I get a head rush in the midst of violence A lot of people don't think highly The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society And that's the why the sh** goes Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger Yeah there's a lesson to be learned But no one took notes, so n***as get burned Chorus