O-Dog & Bishop lyrics

[Hook]
Hey yo, I told you, told you
n*ggas goin', n*ggas goin' ride
You know I'm a menace
I told you, told you
n*ggas goin', n*ggas goin' die
I'm O-Dog and Bishop
n*gga I told you, told you
Bullets goin', bullets goin' fly
You know I'm a menace
I told you, told you
b*tches goin', b*tches goin' cry
I'm O-Dog and Bishop

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
Okay, I swear y'all sound alike, wearing gowns and tights
Tweeting your whereabouts, you must not care about your life
Cuz I'll be there in about a second in a Camaro without the lights
In the night, have you staring down the barrel of a rifle
This the new Death of Autotune
You one-hit wonders wish you never left your mama's womb
As I go on, you guessed it I'm a goon
I kill you if you biting n*ggas like Jeffrey Dahmer, clues I never left behind
I'm gonna make you sweat like you popped a Molly
Like a motherf*cking safety net I caught a body
This is rap-on-rap crime, this is friendly fire
And I'm a nice shot, that's why they call it friendly fire
[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
When I, uhh, hit the block its a disaster you should call FEMA
I palm ringers, wearing slippers and a broad-beater
And I don't need to beat a broad neither
Sick my girl on em, a paw swinger, raw diva from Gardena
You rappers don't want beef, go on a diet then
You goin' die a thin death, I'm on your head, diadem
When that whistle blow, you getting lower than Flo-Rida
n*ggas hit the floor, you hit linoleum
On vodka when this thing is loaded, this n*ggas loading em
Chrome llama, nope it's not for kids, no Nickelodeon my nocca
I told ya, I told ya, you rappers get merk'd
No history of violence but you actors will hurt

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[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
I'mma mask my face prior to when I bang iron
And I'mma ride in disguise like hang-gliders
Insane and crazy, but decent and kind
I'll lobotomize you just so you can say you gave me a piece of your mind
But Doc said I need meds, I think that I might
Hit a spleen with a knife until it reaches the spine
I mean to say that I really think I'll be fine
Especially if someone reunites me with my mind
You gimmick n*ggas should hit the door
You n*ggas can get it yo
Tell me what you n*ggas want, but don't involve my n*ggas though
High priced ratchets and we don't buy em just for show
Say it's on, then it's on, lemme flick away my Swisher roach
[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I will find ya, I be on that crook sh*t
I'm not a Republican, but I'm behind them Bushes
I be on this COB sh*t, I be on that SSUTT sh*t
Like a starter jacket, we taking it back to some hood sh*t
Like a starter jacket, n*gga I'm bout to pullover
Catch you coming up out the store, you drinking a f*cking soda
Spray a couple rounds lay you down before your cola
Hit the f*cking ground and then I'm out around the corner
Every song that they play on the radio station is f*cking gay
But we the New West Army, the second N.W.A
We tying up D.J's and hangin' them over balconies
Better play our sh*t before my anger overpowers me

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