Sorta Likea Psy Lyrics - Rbl Posse

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[Black C]
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go
Spray the whole town cuz a nigga is a schizo
Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin punk xxx with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that xxxx fo?), lay your punk xxx 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 mothafuckin mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you want to
(I call my xxxx a gun), well I call my xxxx the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon
Since you're on my xxxxxx penis
why don't you drop to your xxxxxx knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga
Ya xxxxxx wit the wrong one, psycho xxx lunatic
nigga that is all wrong
B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin name
I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock

[chorus]
To the old school nigga where I'm known the most
Hunter's Point, give it up smooth

Knick knack paddy wack, give a xxxxx a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my xxxxx in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy xxx basket)
Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin 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
feelin shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that xxxx gimme a break down before I get ill

[Chorus]

I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse
Fuckin wit me should've checked his xxxxxx head first
I pulled out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing
Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin
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
Cuz the villian on the under is about to flow
I'm a nigga 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 cuz I'm a product of a violent society
And that's the why the xxxx 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 niggas get burned

[Chorus]

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