Rambo

What that nutty like?
NBCC
Yankees
Cuz who you talking to?
Nigga do I know you?
Are you from Piru?
If you Crip
It don’t matter
A little chatter
Get you smattered
It’s a CC habit
Got it tatted
No love for the niggas
That ratted
Boom Boom
Bad loc
Ace
Boom Boom
Ain’t nothing to me
Been Nuttyy
Since coming out the womb
To the tomb and back
These rappers
Usually wack
These little niggas
Can’t figure
What I do with rap
When I speak
What I say
Is usually facts
Ain’t nothing
Gotta throw shit
It’s usually caps
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Lit it
Let his brain hang
Turn 25
Now a nigga wanna gang bang
It’s whatever in any weather
I got a Beretta
You get wet I try to set up
Who got a vendetta
Giving five to the mind

Squash to the mind
Your body is a mess
You see this is
A different time
Regime change
Pull it
Let his brains hang

(Arabic)

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo

Murder good
Gonna hit you
While the gun
Gonna wet you
All that talking is good
But them niggas
Gonna check you
In my sect
They with it
Or they not
Niggas banging
Nuttyy blocc

Nigggas like
“Where the fuck you from”
When they turn up
“What’s up nigga?”
California
From North Cal to SoCal
All them niggas go around the same
Go talking they Blocc Boyz
Real niggas
Got tattoos and marks
Bitch niggas
Get the fuck outta here
They got hearts
Like charts
I’m gonna burn you
A flame

It’s the fireman bitch
Bring me some Gats and lanes
I speak the truth
So you listen to the real
All you niggas is pussies

How the fuck do you feel
I ain’t did this since ‘87
Shit I was born in ‘87
God dropped me from heaven

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo

Every day Halloween
Mike Myers
Do what I desire
Hate on that
And catch fire
You could hear me
Your admirer
Bitch has got me
Twisted dry
I”m toned fire
Hit a nigga
With the heat
And watch his life expire

Been trying to play me
Like a hoe
Kinda seen
This story before
Niggas go
Friend or foe
They shared blood
Right there
Where they
Stand on the floor
My last name
Stand for woe
So I was trained to go

Big G Battles
So call me G.B
I’ll knocc
A nigga out
Like B.G
But I let that
Bitch sing to you
Like Whitney
My life too real
For TV
Just a West coast villain
Dubed CB
When you see me
I got the gas and the dutch
Switching lanes
On these bitches
When I’m passing them up
Stashing and tucked
I’ll get your life
That’s on nigga
Fasten it up

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo

Don’t you ever
Try to play me
Or it’s
Murder She Wrote
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
Go cold as Rambo
I’m let my fat bitch sing
Go cold as Rambo