Rich Travali - 100 Sheisty's lyrics

[Sugar J] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Check me out, yo This is J 'Sug', yo I know you been around the world, man I don't f** wit' the sheisty n***as I don't f** wit' the sheisty hoes I done did it all, n***a [Loon] Yo, what would make a scared man pull a trigga'? The same thing that make a scared man act bigga' The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker Adrenaline rush, on the hush You will die f**in' wit' us Vacant lot is my home and In my team I trust So don't talk about them things if yo' things don't bust I knew a guy like you, his name was Filipe Had me on 3-way with the D.A Tryin' to find out where we stay So on my 24th b-day I'm locked up in V.A He don't know my guns turn commotion to slow motion Then from slow motion to no motion Run up in the place he hip hoppin' Spit shots in, clip droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch while I lay low For 'bout a week or two Come back like peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you And if you talk, you be in ICU [Cardan] Yo, yo, this Cardan I know you know a hundred brotha's that sheisty Like I know a hundred brotha's that's real But I think it's time you know how we chill [Meeno] 1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' excites me Hit a hundred ho's and none of them wifey For every thousand that love me A hundred don't like me So how you wit' a hundred cats and none of the sheisty? [Drag-On] We the n***as wit' the homicides And got n***as the most traumatized And how they actually sat there and watched they mama die But don't worry about it, you second Just had to get her first Cuz she was the one that gave birth And we can't have no more dirt in the earth I hate to be the last n***a to turn off your lights Without usin' a switch, and throw you in a ditch Ya body don't fit, cuz n***as could still see ya kicks So do you really wanna take that risk? So unball ya fists cuz I'm always a step ahead of ya'll You ball ya fists, I co*k back You take a swing and you got that And that's what they gon' mop at This gun is from a foreign land I don't know why it got it in my hand And I'm gonna get off every penny I don't care if its automatic or semi If I payed 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back If 300 attack, but it don't hafta be an exact I'm gonna get the gatts and get 'em all in one house, and run out And sprinkle some on the gra**, and spit on it And come back to a pile of ash Repeat 1 [Meeno] Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a hundred and quicker We strap up inside the 18-wheeler A drug dealer with cold cash, but so as To get his stash would be no task with no mess Love to get you hot and blast, than fast My infared beam is on yo' a**, my team is on yo' a** Plot and schemin' on yo' a** That b**h you came wit' stay screamin' on her a** Put three on her a** cuz n***a, we love the cash Harlem World n***as got G's in the stash No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hell You don't wanna be the n***a who be catchin' the shell Meeno, and then I be, be the team to prevail So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be helped Muthaf**a!!!! Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end] Repeat 1 until fade