Menace 2 Society lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
This display of vandalism is just a small fraction of the problem with gangs in Richmond. Police say they play a role in every crime ranging from drugs, to armed robberies; tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity

[Verse 1: Saliva Grey]
Grey is out to f*ck 'em and is lurking out by hiding
b*tch you seepin'
Leave you pus*y bleeding out like I was indecent
This summer I'm gon' push a pack across a never reach area
I been making bread and serving red just like a pita
Jugging walk around the city fiendin' for the needle
And the gang will take your soul out for cheddar I'm a reaper
Oh no
Wanna go back, what, I wanna go back
I don't wanna pop another prozac
Always spend the days and the weeks on the grind tryna eat, nah f*ck that
You're at me, wanna combat, ugh
Still so sad, I'm a sc*mbag, uh
Push another sack and pockets looking fatter
Now I'm looking like the motherf*cker Kodak, ugh
I don't love, I just fail, yeah
Roll a blunt, for the head, what
Left, right, down, to the boulevard, loud
Dirty soda and my dutch, guns hanging out my mount
I got frowns on my frowns, I got pounds and these sounds
And I murder pus*y, feed that b*tch a di*k up in the pound, yeah
Leave 'em up inside the chamber, let 'em out eventually
Their crew goin' face down, put the gold up on the griller, ayy
I put 'em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy
Then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me
[Verse 2: 99zed]
Serving adderall to the college kids, I'm taxing it
I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks, b*tch
f*ck a gram sale 'cause we smoking out the pack, b*tch
So get up out my face when you talking all that wack sh*t
My bank account on empty, I ain't buying sh*t
And Saliva got that perc, he be supplying it
I'm a jiggy motherf*cker, no denying it
When I get a phone call, I get to riding, b*tch
Yeah, we getting real sloppy, feel like Rocky when I'm swinging, ugh
Keep my circle tight, we ride or die, f*ck who you bringing? Ugh
Shawty do the split up on my di*k, she getting freaky
But I put the chrome right to your dome if these pussies dissing me
It's that river-city style, cruising with a Black & Mild
187 running sh*t like it's the f*cking mile
And my lungs are dead from the cigarettes
And your mans is dead 'cause we keep the TEC
And my tans is pressed 'cause I don't give a f*ck
I'm a dead man walking with my hoodie up
And I never make a deal unless it's with the devil
And my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle, ugh\
(Yeahh)