Coast To Coast Gangstas (Explicit Album Version) - DJ Kay Slay/Sauce Money/Joe Buddens/WC
Written by：Todd Gaither/Joe Budden/W. Calhoun/B. Freeman/Michael Render/A. MILLER/Damon Blackmon/John Smith
Brooklyn
This is the set off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets ni**a
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh uh
Proper set off
Don't get it f**ked up 'cause Sauce calm wit his grandma
'Cause I'm like baking soda b**ch I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped fool f**k your brother
'Cause like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthaf**ka
Fine niggas don't wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a f**kin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out
I guess we got something in common
I'm just a little more calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body you can fit the whole sun moon and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
I'm Sadam ing all you niggas fo sho
You betta know I'm a true ni**a please do ni**a
Betta inquire from a few niggas
'Cause b**ch I done sh*t on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip dead four fifth in the hip
Slip never picture me fallin' ni**a don't trip
Stoned is the way of my walk
In a mini mack eleven the tone when I talk
When I spray niggas pray lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red body outlined in chalk
My rhymes two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine
Tear apart body parts when I spark nine
At they head hard lodged in they damn spine
Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves crippled and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Ni**a I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock
From New York down to Georgia it don't stop
Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock
Blaaat
They say murder is the case they wanna throw me
I guess these muthaf**kas don't know me
OG rock called a yay slanger
VA's finest
Underground muthaf**kin' king call me Your Highness
I tear your sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal no fear this is real niggas
Here is the deal you clear in this field
And ain't stoppin' until every hater here is revealed
'Cause we don't need no f**kin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed
So get off this block homie handle your corner
Keep all your h****n rocks and you mariju wana
I'm like a character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a big p**sy lil' man it's over retire
'Cause the clock's tickin' your days is done
But we know all them lil' different f**kin' ways you slum
But it's trill downtown your momma's all free
Your house is sugar layin' with your wife and your seed
Yes indeed Big Bun is on a home invasion
You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions
'Cause my chrome is blazin' I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voiddoffunk
B**ch I pull a sawed off from under the waist
Open your eyes muthaf**ka you got thunder to face
F**k rest we gon' lay these muthaf**kas to waste
You bit the pully ni**a tell me how the f**k did it taste
From my gun
Big guns big power
M Woods sixth hour
Berettas Tauruses Rugers
Smith and Wesson's glocks and lugers
AK's AR 15's
Mack elevens and M 16's
High caliber so why try it
You live by it so you die by it
A muthaf**kin' gun
Who's the man with the strap in his hand
Homie's stolen semi autos and contrabands
All day every day crossin' my hood in day
In a six trey with my ni**a Kay Slay
Dub the law scan the infrared scanner
Hangin' out the window hittin' em up with the bandana
And I can't stand a snitch so I clean the lid
Just in case them b**ch niggas wanna sing with this
I stay on the trigger 'cause lames hate me ni**a
They can't pay me ni**a where my lay dates ni**a
Where AK one on one so thirty shot
Nine millimeter Melindas aimed ready to send ya
So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly
'Cause this'll leave your teflon holey
With the forty glock ready to ring bring the trauma to the scene
It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King
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