.45 Automatic lyrics

[The D.O.C.]
Like that, welcome to the brand new world b*tch, put it on them like this, from the motherf*cking home girl in the house to be new trip world and it’s the P-A-S-S-I-O-N

[Passion]
See I be flipping like Tina
Turning with a burner
Running through your hood yelling lyrical murder
It's dark outside and these n*ggas try to hide
I glide through your crew like glide to glide
I ain't letting sh*t ride
Watcha wanna do?
When I come for you and your b*tch ass crew
Strap nine lose your mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil you like a lyrical combustion
Eruption it ain't no pressure no pain
n*ggas falling off the strain the maintain
I got the cream team and gunning for the riches (riches)
So many wack b*tches posing for pictures (pictures)
Everyday same papers
I regulate my papers, cause so many spectators trying to imitate us
They be walking by walking
Mocking my persona
They wanna be like passion but they don’t want the drama
They be killing me trying to preach to me
Teach to me, I got the p.h.d in funkology
You got your blasters and your masters of the field of dramatic attic
The lyrical one bringing the static from the attic
So c*ck your automatic I’ve had it up to here
You n*ggas are in danger you better stand clear up no love and notice mainstream America they just ain't ready for this
[The D.O.C.]
n*gga didn’t wanna pass the weed
Left me stuck
Everybody be telling me Daz f*cked up
But I never gave a f*ck though
It’s all about the cash or you walk the river like trash
And I’m about to get a brand new
One puff puff it really don’t matter cause now I got the batter
Now sticking it in my sock
Jet straight hit the dope spot bet
No just us just me in Atlanta where you wanna come and test me
Real the real new whatcha wanna do
Cause all I got to say is all arcade
Put it another way of criminal
You could be the original mark of bliminal wiminal
Get wet
Can’t forget my n*ggas in the lake Westside project
On the line
Once upon a time in C.A
I met five n*ggas all they did was bomb sh*t
I mixed
The completely leet technique
Together with the knowledge of a Compton street
But weak n*gga f*cked up mo town
One by one everybody broke down
I’m out it’s about money cash but me
I’m about to do a Jordan on that ass
Yeah one time for your mind do a motherf*cker like that Mally G

[Mally G aka Jamal from Illegal]
I got my eye on the motherf*cker coming out the back
Cause that trick b*tch wanna see me on the track
And it’s so good that they want it like that
Cause I’m a n*gga bro
And kick the trigger flow
Screaming 6-1 to the grave
Big drug sellers
b*tches and money you can’t a motherf*cking tell
Em a thang about this gang Philadelphia n*ggas got to let the gats bang
We come equipped with Glocks and flips in the pocket
And straight lock sh*t
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
From 95 until infinity Mally G
I beat that loony ass n*gga landpin'
And now I give a f*ck who the f*ck
Is ???
I scream my sh*t I love my sh*t
f*ck flipping positive I get my living negative
Motherf*cker it don’t stop ha and my n*gga erotic got it
???on deck what motherf*cker
He got the track weed and the set
I drop it on the one for my dogs who was with me y’all
Keep it tight for a n*gga don’t forget me y’all
See I got my n*ggas and we got guns
And beez like that we always stay strapped
I represent the Philly four pound
Pack be quick to smack a tramp b*tch jaw jack a felon like hard jack is flipping my thing down
With my n*gga erotic
What you want next
And the D and to the O-C
With the lunatic lyricist its mally g
The unf*ckwitable individual
Leaving mc’s in the condition that will be critical
Ha and n*ggas know
That I don’t give a f*ck about a trick ass ho
Never trick in my dough
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
From 95 till infinity its mally g