100 Bars & Gunnin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Savage Thug Music
The trigger happy strappin' that n*gga T.O.E
From the M.O.B., run this sh*t down like [?]
From the M.O.B., run this sh*t down like [?]

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm on a mission, my destination the grave
Aim my choppa to your head, then I take off your toupée
Mobbin' four deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin'
Had a conversation with the devil, told me, "Get to rippin'"
It's the Grey*59, throw your six up in the air
Darkness fallin' from above, step across and, b*tch, beware
I'd rather die from my feet than to live up on my knees
True soldier from the trenches, trappin' out the seven seas
f*ck with me and get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack
This sh*t is kickin' in and I just don't know how to act
My remembrance is enough, 'bout to pull a hijack
Crash a plane inside of the buildin', now watch the bodies burn
As the world turns, police sirens comin' but I'm not concerned
Suicidal, lay my ashes inside of a gold urn
Shootin' at these bustas so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call, it from my uncle, tell me, "Nephew, what you doin'?
Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up the chewin'"
Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred gold spokes when I crawl
Keep my back along the wall, watch another pus*y fall
Mind f*cked up, keep the toolie like I'm Bobby, mane
In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey
'Til you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Run up, b*tch, you don't wanna
I keep my gun up 'til the sun up, creep on the come-up
I push this gat into your stomach, b*tch, I'm the gunner
You think you ballin', you no stunna 'cause I'm a hunter
This is a stick-up, lay it down when I come around, a mask over my face
Buckin' at the window, drive-by, b*tches give me space
I don't need to talk to nobody 'cause all you suckas fake
b*tch, you mad about the fact that your music don't make plays
Sellin' reposts, you's a ho, I need ten to spit a flow
Twenty bands up at your show, Gorilla comin' out the sko
Brown paper bagged up, St. Ides sippin'
Like I said in the beginning, I'm a killer on a mission
Better back the f*ck up 'cause sh*t's about to get real
Call upon the f*cking devil so him and I cut a deal
Searchin' for another meal, could give a f*ck how you feel
b*tch, you f*ckin' with the wrong one, I'm 'bout to make you squeal