Let's Go lyrics

by

Bishop Lamont


[Verse 1]
It's Carson in the booth every time I record
Compton, Watts, Inglewood, hood tour
Beach, Gardena, I can say a couple more
But if I do that n*ggas gon' get bored
Bossy ain't a big enough word for me
I'm C-E-O
No big beard but I ride like Tha Row
No punks here but let's make this clear, put a tag on your toe
No the body spray, but with the throw away
Pray your vital organs miss, you'll be okay
As new director, I'm changin' up the casting sheet
I edit you actors, delete you from the street
I keep it gangster b*tch but I'm a backpacker
Not on some wrestlin sh*t but I'll back smack ya
Talk greezy enough and I'll send the body snatchers
I'll have them throw you in the trunk punk, just for practice

[Hook]
Whoever wanted beef with me
Let's go
If I catch you in the streets we'll see
Let's go
We can squab or we can pop the heat
Let's go
Just don't turn b*tch and tell the police
Let's go
We can make war or we can make peace
Let's go
Leavin' breathin' or you're leavin' deceased
Let's go
Better watch who you speak to and watch where you creep through
Cause when them bullets fly
Kiss your ass bye

[Verse 2]
I'm with the business n*gga you know what that is
I'm in the streets my n*gga, not into showbiz
I own the playgrounds now, it's time to show kids
Double Dare, take the physical challenge
Molly wop n*ggas, knock they sh*t off balance
Shake 'em like a bully then take they allowance
Hit the snack shop for soda pop and Sour Powers
Take 'em back to they childhood, f*ck you cowards
(Why you so mad?)
b*tch I'm broke
Put your mouth to go use, stuff this di*k down your throat
f*ck the government homie, why even vote?
George Bush, you stingy, front your n*ggas some dope
I'm not tryin' to be funny, it just sound like a joke
You can do a freeze with the lines I wrote
I'm almost at my peak, I'm a mountain of coke
Bishop's so church I'm endorsed by the pope

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Madden know this sh*t, I'm a real sh*t talker
But I walk the walk, call me the moon walker
I'm so smooth with the tool or the one two
Combo's with the hands, move like lightening do
I don't do battle rap, I'mma fight you
Rather sink my teeth in your neck, I'mma bite through
Make your blood squirt, spirt like a sprinkler system
Better get more body guards if me is who you plan on dissin'
I dream of rushin' n*ggas on stage
Give you a nice round house, Source got it, front page
I train to give you pain and a migraine
Act fly, shoot you down like a spy plane
This ain't tough talk, this just the facts
You gotta think sh*t up, I just think back
I'm breakin' n*ggas sh*t up, get placed on your back
I'm breakin' Suge's records, bunch rappers gettin' slapped

[Hook]

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