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Correct Chiraq (Remix) Lyrics
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Montana Of 300
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Correct Chiraq (Remix)
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[Intro] Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you niggas, man, straight up, man Y'all niggas better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15 [Verse] I been ballin' Could've skipped college I'm a bad boy with that Big Poppa 12 gauge when I headshot him Bust his head open like a pinata Like Percy Miller I've been bout it Come find your ass like Bin Laden I kill a clown over my guala Don't give a fuck if it was 10 dollars Don't trust niggas don't trust bitches I know these ho's like a pimp scholar And it's MOB till the day I drop And these stupid thots don't get nada And these dick riders try to steal from me Gon feel the heat when that lead pop em I whack a bitch and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms Bought a new gun with two clips I can't wait to use it And that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it I hope you do trip as soon as you do it I'll pull that bitch out K-9 unit And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches No top that's clueless I'm ruthless, I do this I'm ballin' these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick And you mad at your main bitch cause that bitch bumpin' my new shit Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty Keep the green on me like a jets jersey Tell a opposition I ain't never worried Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry I can see you pussy like a miniskirt Keep talkin' you gon' get it first And the toughest with you gon' get it worst Now go order up about 20 shirts RIP with they face on it, had to show they ass how that semi work Yeah they got smoked April 21st The next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse Always sayin' somethin' but ain't sprayin' nothin' When it's beef I don't wait for nothin' If I see a opp broad day in public Then I'm shootin' shit like Azae Production Got word they be out there every night I'm talking deeper than Barry White We gon' ride past with that iron blast And start flipping niggas like Jessie White They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very nice I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk bitch I hunt Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump This bitch got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk But for today it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a nigga like he in the tub These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem with killin' one I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a fuck I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell To us she was a loving mother but to other motherfuckers she was clientele And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns And kill every nigga that done sold her crack It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober But that was the shit that I prayed about I thank God I made it out Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters Be outside your crib like we stakin' out It's really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm 'bout to add to the body count I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin', I think they might got a potty mouth I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house Paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out I'm sonnin' you niggas like J. Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out I caught his ass takin' the garbage out Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out Black on black everything We own black everything That's the motto when we ridin' out The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse I am the one that they talk about I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out That money be callin', I won't stop ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now? I'm a dough stacking Dope rapping, no lacking Pole packing, Four blasting Soul snatching, toe-tagging, cold bastard Better close your mouth or get a closed casket Show you what I'm saying like closed captions Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, that's no passion I'm the illest nigga that you ever heard I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen If a fuck nigga ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline Bitch I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask About to kick door like karate class Ask a nigga where he hide his stash He better tell the truth like a polygraph One false move and that shotty blast Leave a nigga stiff like a body cast And we don't know nothing about nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them Be with real niggas, doing real shit If I get caught, I ain't telling on them No tool, I ain't never going Iron Man with that metal on him Only God knows where the hell I'm going Make a nigga wish he was never born These niggas broke, put a brace on 'em I'm super fly, put a cape on them I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat, like I play for them I'll come at night and put the nine on them With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan, (DeAndre Jordan, DeAndre Jordan) I'll come at night and put the nine to them With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan
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