Coast to Coast Gangstas

[Sauce Money]<br>(*Laughing*) Brooklyn<br>This is the set-off<br>Kay Sleezy<br>Take it to the streets nigga<br>Word up<br>Sauce Money<br>Uh, uh<br>Proper set-off<br><br>Don`t get it fucked up cuz Sauce calm wit his grandma<br>Cuz I`m like baking soda bitch, I`m armed with a hammer<br>And when I`m strapped fool, fuck your brother<br>Cuz like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthafucka<br>Fine, niggas don`t wanna let him shine<br>Niggas hate that fact Sauce don`t give a fuckin` nine<br>Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine<br>Guess who`s the odd man out<br>I guess we got something in common<br>I`m just a little more calm when<br>I`m about to split your arm in<br>Put a hole so big in your noggin<br>That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in<br>You starvin` for more lyrics I know<br>Steady robbin` all them lyrics I flow<br>I`m Sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho<br>You betta know I`m a true nigga, please do nigga<br>Betta inquire from a few niggas<br>Cuz bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas<br>Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip<br>Slip, never picture me fallin` nigga don`t trip<br><br>[Killer Mike]<br>Stoned is the way of my walk<br>In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk<br>When I spray niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk<br>Color blood red, body outlined in chalk<br>My rhymes, two zigs all nines<br>Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time<br>This eightball`s a strict nine<br>Tear apart body parts when I spark nine<br>At they head hard lodged in they damn spine<br>Leaves emcee`s like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin`<br>Shittin` in a bag and a breath away from dyin`<br>Nigga I`m - the epitomy of raw rhymes<br>The epitomy of rap rock<br>I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock<br>From New York down to Georgia it don`t stop<br>Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock<br>Blaaat!<br><br>[Bun B]<br>They say murder is the case they wanna throw me<br>I guess these muthafuckas don`t know me<br>O.G. rock called a yay slanger<br>VA`s finest<br>Underground muthafuckin` king call me "Your Highness"<br>I tear your sinus with this gun powder<br>Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear this is real niggas<br>Here is the deal: you clear in this field<br>And ain`t stoppin` until every hater here is revealed<br>Cuz we don`t need no fuckin` clearance to peel<br>Or shortstoppers runnin` and the fear is revealed<br>So - get off this block homie handle your corner<br>Keep all your heroin, rocks and you mariju-wana<br>I`m like a - character on the Sopranos or the Wire<br>You`se a - big pussy lil` man, it`s over, retire<br>Cuz the - clock`s tickin`, your days is done<br>But we know all them lil` different fuckin` ways you slum<br>But it`s trill downtown, your momma`s all free<br>Your house is sugar-layin` with your wife and your seed<br>Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion<br>You gon` bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions<br>Cuz my chrome is blazin`, I`m naughty crunk<br>Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D`Voiddoffunk<br>Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist<br>Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face<br>Fuck rest, we gon` lay these muthafuckas to waste<br>You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste<br>From my gun...<br>Big guns, big power<br>M. Woods, sixth hour<br>Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers<br>Smith and Wesson`s, glocks and lugers<br>AK`s, AR 15`s<br>Mack elevens and M-16`s<br>High caliber, so why try it?<br>You live by it, so you die by it<br>A muthafuckin` gun...<br><br>[WC]<br>Who`s the man with the strap in his hand<br>Homie`s stolen semi-autos and contrabands<br>All day every day, crossin` my hood in day<br>In a six-trey with my nigga Kay Slay<br>Dub the law scan, the infrared scanner<br>Hangin` out the window, hittin` em up with the bandana<br>And I can`t stand a snitch so I - clean the lid<br>Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this<br>I stay on the trigger, cuz lames hate me nigga<br>They can`t pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga<br>Where AK one-on-one so thirty shot<br>Nine millimeter Melindas aimed ready to send ya<br>So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly<br>Cuz this`ll leave your teflon holey<br>With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene<br>It`s the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King<br><br>[Joe Buddens]<br>It`s about that time nine-milli clappin`<br>Dude, what`s really crackin`?<br>I been gettin` it since `Paid In Full` was really happenin`<br>I gotta do it like that to keep my street name<br>And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came<br>I don`t smut but stimulation is good<br>I keep the hammer with me, Joey`s renovatin` the hood<br>Difference between us, I`m gettin` loot on tours<br>Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours<br>Dudes with no names wanna put an end to me<br>But doggs, I`m readin` between the lines, the whole game`s in parenthesis<br>Talk about models and how you with somethin`<br>When you really shootin` air balls, you ain`t hittin` nothin`<br>Nathan, through the strip, O.G.`s blazin`<br>Street niggas slowly hatin` on Joey so amazin`<br>And hood niggas knowin` what up<br>Either holdin` you down or holdin` you up, throwin` it up<br>Oh!<br><br>[Hak Ditty]<br>Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit, when the guns spit<br>One clip`ll have your whole strip laid down<br>Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down<br>And before you blink, I let off eight rounds<br>This the ro-yal I ain`t playin`<br>I`m takin` this over, so y`all either layin` or dying<br>And I won`t hesitate to blaze the iron<br>You cocksuckers is chillin` with a ragin` lion<br>I see them dudes every day, when I`m racin` by `em<br>Or on the curb poppin` bottles while they hatin` and eyein`<br>Uh, whether the slider or the highrider<br>I keep my block rocker, glock under the blue dosser<br>Far as Philly, it`s no question to who`s liver<br>I`m hotter, Hak Ditty, block locker<br>Fully prepared<br>I hope y`all fully aware that y`all niggas got a problem this year<br><br>(*Gunshots*)