Urban Dance Squad - Music Entertainment lyrics

Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if your reading this its too late Point a chopper at a n***a, now he running like a track race Catch a n***a while hes waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his a** on a food plate n***a talking sh** put the metal to his mouth call his a** brace face Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if your reading this its too late Point a chopper at a n***a, now he running like a track race Catch a n***a while hes waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his a** on a food plate n***a talking sh** put the metal to his mouth call his a** brace face And yo b**h up to grab like a sweepstake, ima eat her a** like a cheesecake Now we back to my place bust her on her face with my nut like a toothpaste Straight up to his crib like its home alone, mack up to his face would think he had a elliptic on Price on his head hella ice like a sled make a n***a freeze up lole forzone Put the chrome to a n***a dome now his a** stuck like he need a couple chromosome Im at your door like ding dong, i serve ya like ping pong And yo b**h say my name like im mike jones ima eat her a** like some neckbones Chopper ring like a telephone, shoot him in his stomache youll think a n***a belly gone b**hes say i rap like a sing a lone, and i got it playing on their phone like a ringtone Big Dick king kong take her to the crib and i put the whole team on I just got some cash on some flip sh**, bought yo b**h some toms so she playing for the patriots Always frost never second, ima god and in heaven is when ima die, ima legend on my drake sh** Pull up on yo block with the banna clip, if a n***a lack imma turn him into a banna split I Ch-ch-ch chop sh**, body of a beast pick it up with some chop sticks Pull up to the scene with a fat b**h, and you know im finna eat her a** like some catfish I pull up like scuuuuuurt, peep out the window and i had to pop sh** Like arrow we k** sh**, we gon f** around crack yo b**h like a base hit Squad can train yo bitc, Mike vick, shorty out of hand, f** around and ray rice sh** Channel nine pronouced em dead, laying a bunch of bodies like a mattress on a bed Catch a n***a tryna run, shoot em in the side make em do the stanky leg If you lack then you dead, face shots would put your eyeballs back to yo dead n***a think sh** sweet to its bloodshed, now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead I aint even goin for his head, chest shots leave em like hes standing for the pledge Got a bad b**h layong in my bed watching spongebob while she gives me fantastic head Got yo golr in the back seat sweating like she a athlete now she on top like a bunk bed Guns, point em at his head, call his a** ebola, how a p**y n***a spread Shoot him now thank n***a now you his head gone