Nutty Niggaz

Nutty nigga Shoestring havin` problems<br>Doctors on my dick, but none of them hoes can help me solve `em<br>I used to be on corners with niggas pushin` dope sacks<br>Now I`m in the bathroom finding my nose in the Pereaubian packs<br><br>My brothers on his feet, plus he fronted me an O-Z<br>Stuck his ass up, popped him in his chest and took his key<br>Prices of the asses of the hoes are my opponent<br>I gun you bitches down and now yo` niggas run and want it<br><br>But I`m packin` something fo` you hoes in America<br>Demon`s in my body and he`s tellin` me to bury ya<br><br>Kickin` niggas doors in<br>Makin` niggas panic<br>Psycho ass get beat with a stick, I`m a schizophrenic<br><br>Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin`?<br>When I fall asleep I find myself fighting a demon<br>I said<br>Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin`?<br>When I fall asleep I find myself fightin a demon<br><br>So!<br>Heres a little story how it goes<br>Razor blade and mirror<br>Hit the flake and then I`m froze<br>So yo, I got that beef and I`m a gangsta` so come get you some<br>I hit the Pereaubian flake and now my nose in numb<br><br>Here comes some punks<br>They took my blow, thats when I popped them hoes<br>Cut off they nose, and took a shit<br>And play games with they toes<br><br>You piss me off, I know my shit and scream assassination<br>Now my prescriptions feelin fair, I keep my medication<br>Walked in the health department and said, this is a fuckin` raid!<br>Blue Cross please POW! (gun shot) Bitch that is my medicade<br>See I`m a psychopath, annoyed is how this niggas feelin`<br>I popped the doctor, took his keys, and grabbed his penicillin<br><br>See I`m a addict takin` drugs, that give me quite a thrill<br>Diana Ross and lady`s sing the blues got me poppin` pills<br>But it get worse, the devil got me under a spell<br>I`m not a angel I`m a flame comin` straight from hell<br><br>You say I`m not real hittin` up, now how the fuck do you figga?<br>Now, you don`t understand, I`m too deadly to be took out nigga<br><br>Sittin` up in my crib feelin` bored<br>Can`t go outside and increase my loot<br>`Cause it`s a motherfuckin` thunder storm<br><br>Peoples being killed by the fuckin` tornado<br>But I didn`t run, I`m sittin there loot is at my table<br><br>Houses bein` swept up!<br>Churches bein` crushed in!<br>Hearin` babies screams as they chests is bein` mushed in!<br><br>Everybodys dead, and thats the end of the tornado<br>Only thing left is Shoestring, his loot and his table<br>Lunitic, maniac, plus myhands on the fuckin` trigga<br>Heeney you<br>Heeney who?<br>Heeney Dog is a nutty nigga!<br><br>(CHORUS) 4 times<br><br>Nutty Nutty Niggas<br>Nutty Nutty<br>Nutty Niggas<br><br>Cocaine and Mescaline<br>Robbin` houses on halloween<br>I`m a crook with a 44<br>Chasing masks, I`m a killin` fiend<br>Blood and that ready water makes me fiend for another vic<br>So I went to the 50 acres to find me a victim to trick<br>Victim was spotted, realizin` the spot was hot<br>I bust 3 shots, Left him bleedin` in Meyers parkin` lot<br><br>Cocaine makes my nose numb<br>So I wanna jack us some<br>Got 2 razor blades<br>Stinky pants and my hand gun<br><br>Now on my front doe`<br>On a mission to get my blow<br>I can oot a key,<br>But knowin` me I`ma still want some mo`<br><br>Called up my brother Eric<br>Yo T, they said lets win it<br>`Cause they knew a soft house <br>With some hoe niggas workin` in it<br><br>Since my name`s I-R-A<br>I thought of the get-away<br>We walk through the door<br>I shoot the workers, you niggas get the yay<br><br>It was a Saturday night<br>The Jack didn`t flow right<br>I`m mad and were bustin` like balloons in a water fight<br><br>Had to blast 3 hoes<br>Blood on my fuckin` clothes<br>Nose done froze<br>`Cause we got away with four O`s<br><br>Now at a house party, they`re staring at this fuckin` crook<br>My little brotha E said, "Fuck it let them bitches look"<br>Casualties of war, "What the fuck you niggas starin` for?"<br>We can take this bullshit out the basement through the fuckin` door<br>Them hoes was 20 deep<br>But still we weren`t comin` weak<br>Me, E and Young T<br>Yo bitches we never sleep<br><br>We came out bustin` and them bitches couldn`t fade me<br>Yo, what about yo friend?<br>They had me thinkin` `bout T.L.C<br><br>Ira`s a killa and sniper<br>Protected by Viper<br>My two year old son walks around with O`s in his fuckin` diaper<br><br>Grew up old fashioned, my grand-daddy taught me to kill<br>High off that coco plant, now my body won`t sit still<br>Now I got this murder wrap<br>For peelin` some bitches cap<br>Locked in the penn both physically and mentally trapped<br><br>Made a shank with a kitchen spoon<br>Flash backs of my cousins boom<br>Had to kill two fags fo` tryin` to stick me in the bathroom<br>I`m crazy as fuck, when I`m pullin the fuckin` trigga <br>Ira who?<br>Ira you <br>Ira Dorsey`s a nutty nigga<br><br>(CHORUS) 4 times