Easy Mo Bee - SunstrokeLyrics

Five star general spit, hush them niggas I star, why even discuss them niggas? By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas Fuck them niggas, I'm a crush them niggas Chrome heater, street sweeper Gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter Twelve shot Nine now, one of my new pets And when these twins squeeze it sounds like duets Nigga burn, yeah, my Fam learn to earn We got shit locked with no key holes to turn Platinum Navigator, easy when you earn a buck It's like a big fuckin' beeper when you turn it up Shit vibratin' Hoes titties bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin' Straight to the telly huh, Sauce got angles to hit Billboards triangles and shit And who's Jeter? The Don Juan for you Don Con's In the double Nine Yukon, tote two arms From Brooknam 'til death do And I bet you when I spit shots they connect to dead you Lil' monkeys postin' for wreck They get trapped up and extorted for your toast and your vest I'm no joke, so laugh and be laughin' to death And if you think it's so simple, you'll be gassed and then left It's the game tight nigga, chain two below I'm a Gigolo Mommy, the fame I ain't fo' The foes I don't hate, hoes I don't chase Henny I drink straight, my money is big faced For you small change niggas who playin' to ball I got six digits now, what you playin' it for? I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the shit don't stop Steppin' up to the top 'bout to have shit locked. You want hits? We got hits Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop Everybody's topless (Sunstroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches You want hits? We got hits Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop Everybody's topless (Sunstroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches My automatic stoutest be off balance Gun with the silence Outta state, mad mileage Your crew wild but we the wildest Switch my trigger finger often to prevent a callus For me many Men hold malice, I react with violence Since we tryin' to double the dough, we double the sins Even the gnats is double now lookin' like fraternal twins The rap killings be serial The FEDS tried to link Da Rainjahz to the crime Through the use of genetic material I'm takin' all bets, who want it? Wise, hard to touch, weavin' shit like Prince Naseem Hamed The flow is Ten karat and your lyrics is poor Big horse, plus you walk like your salads been tossed Smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold that's stolen Straight haul off and smack a nigga just for posin' Bleed Hennessey, rhyme like there's Ten of me So you remember me? Every verse, I'm on should be considered a felony Why the fuck niggas be hatin'? I don't even know Niggas need to go ahead with them outdated flows Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch like Hurricane Mitch Fuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another whip Ghetto cracked out on some other shit Style switch, leave the whole city dark like the Mothership Y'all know the half, I hold the Nine with the rubber grip Seen less, y'all re-imported by the government If I wasn't rappin' I'd be on the corners bubblin' Doublin' my cream on a triple beam Instead I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us Not even riches, not even bitches Look now, niggas of the World stay paintin' pictures Of the inner-city realness Who can relate? roll and fat one and feel this We put it down You want hits? We got hits Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop Everybody's topless (Sunstroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches