R.P.M. lyrics

by

Ludacris


[Verse 1: Shawnna]
Shawnna, kick hot sh*t for b*tches
That got they baby daddies locked in the pen gone
Fittin' to rot, cause he did wrong, run up on the cops
And he hit 'em with the Glock, left his wig home
Sellin' rock on the big phone
In the projects, n*ggas run up on your set
With the tech' out, leave you wet with your chest out
Killer n*ggas, realer n*ggas, have a n*gga
Feel a never realer n*gga
Drill a n*gga, f*ckin' with a villain, never spill a n*gga
f*ck that! n*gga bust back
We in the 'Lac, me and my b*tches all strapped
Puffin the sack, and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a n*gga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
n*ggas I'm with, they put the fifth to your whole melon
I'm with the murderers and known felons
I gotta pop a n*gga, drop a n*gga, rock a n*gga
Shock a n*gga, lock a n*gga, f*ck a n*gga, cop the floppin' n*gga
Roll for my b*tches, that be droppin' in the strip clubs
Tryin' get 'em a lil' somethin'
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss
For the big ones, then you get you a big gun
Motherf*ckers in the Chi', like to put it yo' eye
If it's on, b*tch, put it straight to you, don't miss
Now you f*ckin' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes
Hustlers, bangers, n*ggas that with them real motherf*ckers
Like whoa!
[Chorus: Ludacris]
It's real real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
It's real real on the block, I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Verse 2: Twista]
Twista kick hot sh*t for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk;
For my homies locked down to whoever hurtin
In the hood and ballers with 22s on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my n*ggas that ain't hoes; if they have to
They will steal a n*gga, touch a n*gga, check a n*gga, cut a n*gga
Pull the trigger, bust a n*gga, yellow motherf*cker, n*gga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk, go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
Full of some sh*t that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you feelin the Holy Ghost through your body
Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions, bumpin systems
TVs and them twenties spinnin
Mob for them n*ggas that done came up off them hard times
K-Town, Westside, Southside
Murder us for the money
That's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherf*ckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
Full of hustle n*ggas killer n*ggas gangsta n*ggas chill n*ggas
Baller n*ggas thug n*ggas player haters real n*ggas
[Chorus: Ludacris]
It's real real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
It's real real on the block, I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Verse 3: Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot sh*t for b*tches up in the industry
Tryin to compete with me
I'm from the hood, Southside, Westside
Where n*ggas'll put a motherf*ckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucktown, do or die
The difference between a motherf*ckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber, get a n*gga, stick a n*gga
Put him in a ditch and then forget a n*gga
Hit a n*gga, pop a n*gga, little with the rocket, n*gga
Puff, pass, say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me sc*mmy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like, f*ck a n*gga, bust a n*gga
Shawnna never love a n*gga
Chi about to show the motherf*ckers how to rush a n*gga
Crush that, put it on momma
On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana
To things Shawnna gonna throw it on ya
Flows leave you froze in a coma
We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business
Blows to yo' dome in an instance
Home of them Folks and the mos and the kings and the 4s
And the BDs and lows and the fiends and the hoes
And, God!
[Chorus: Ludacris]
It's real real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
It's real real on the block, I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel in case a n*gga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
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