South Circle - Ghetto Madness Lyrics

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Shh shh, shh shh

Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer

Shh, shh, shh, shh

Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer

Shh, shh, shh, shh

Stackin' pennies like Hardaway

It's hard to play with the M. Child

Ha ha

[Verse 2]

Speak of the uniqueness, freakiness like Jodeci

Mister murder poetry, mack is on the low key

Slow moving, grooving like a sidewinder

Ripping fools for thinking y'all's a liva rhymer (Tricks)

I signed a contract in blood, took a playas oath

Now I'm smoking blunts, making toasts coast to coast

I know for ways of acting stank and stuck up

I'm back like Tyson so you better get your guns up.

I'm in the 7-5-0 riding t-genuine

Me and Mike drunk off tequila and gin

Spin the bottle, hit the throttle, y'all can't stop us

Fools will drop like shocks when the shots bust

Must make stacks, made a batch of bomb hits

With my click, no the whole nation's on it

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[Verse 3]

B-b-b-bomb the glock, it's hot rocks on your block

From Pittsburgh to Texas they compose it like Frank Sinat-tra

I see you brah it's murder on your mind

I downs the Crown and now it's murder with my nine

I am superior, inferior higher than Cooley

Done choked and smoked get done up like some doobies

Who me, the playa from the SC

Busta, no doubt we pout, I wear you out like some Guess jeans

Redeem yourself from all of this madness

Back up in your uh is that playa wearing glasses

[Verse 4]

Calling the troops like Saudi, it's an all out attack

I'm strapped with black gats, and rough raps, to break your back, jack

Cataracts is what they call me cause I can't be seen

Mean is dope ya know, as I fiend for the green (For the green)

Guillotine, sharp on point like a bullseye

Cause nothing is short of super in my mental hoo-ride

Who's died, yeah y'all know that I went for none

Them said bring the drama so I had to bring them some

From the crib Suave House, same address

Contest or confess when it hits you in the chest

Rest assured that it's pure when I kick it

Best mature and handle your business

Tricks, so now I got bustas in handcuffs

On a manhunt, I'm staying tough, rolling up the next blunt

Y'all cannot see me on your tip-toes

I got killers that will kill from Mr. Mike where the wind blows

Benzos get burnt Lexs and Verts get took

Now who's the crook, I'm superfly like Jimmy Snook

My crew will jump on you like crickets

Handle they business, and now I must come wicked

Tape you, the young Steven Speilberg

They wanna mob with me, cause I be smoking real herb

That doja pushing more crystals than Folger's

Hold ya breath it's going down trick I told ya

Shh, shh, shh shh

Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer

Shh, shh, shh, shh

Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer

Shh, shh, shh, shh

Stackin' pennies like Hardaway

It's hard to play with the M. Child

Ha ha

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