R.P.M. Lyrics – Shawnna

R.P.M. Lyrics by Shawnna

In the pen gone; fittin to rot cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit ’em with the Glock left his wig home
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects n#gg#s run up on your set with the tech’ out

Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer n#gg#s realer n#gg#s have a n#gg# fill a never realer n#gg#
Drill a n#gg# f#ckin with a villian never spill a n#gg#
f#ck that! n#gg# bust back, we in the ‘Llac

Me and my b#tches all strapped
Puffin thе sack and we be sippin on ‘gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a n#gg# for thеm stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
n#gg#s I’m with they put the fifth to your whole melon

I’m with the murderers and known felons
I gotta pop a n#gg# drop a n#gg# rock a n#gg# shock a n#gg#
Lock a n#gg# f#ck a n#gg#, cop the floppin n#gg#
Roll for my b#tches that be droppin in the strip clubs

Tryin get ’em a lil’ somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
m#th*rf#ck*rs in the Chi like to put it yo’ eye if it’s on b#tch

Put it straight to you don’t miss
Now you f#ckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers – n#gg#s that with them real m#th*rf#ck*rs like whoa!
It’s real real – on the block I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel steel – in case a n#gg# wanna get in the way
So now what’s the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I’ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

Twista kick hot sh#t for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22’s on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob

And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my n#gg#s that ain’t hoes; if they have to
They will steal a n#gg# touch a n#gg# check a n#gg# cut a n#gg#
Pull the trigger bust a n#gg#, yellow m#th*rf#ck*r n#gg#

Ready to fill and spill a drink, I’m drunk go and weed it up
And I’m talkin about go like I’m smokin the bone
Full of some sh#t that damn sho’ wouldn’t seed it up
Got you feelin the holy ghost through your body

Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions – bumpin systems TV’s and them 20’s spinnin

Mob for them n#gg#s that done came up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that’s why I’m known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up

If you buck or crunk then take yo’ motherf#ckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
Full of hustle n#gg#s killer n#gg#s gangsta n#gg#s chill n#gg#s
Baller n#gg#s thug n#gg#s player haters real n#gg#s

It’s real real – on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel – in case a n#gg# wanna get in the way
So now what’s the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I’ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)

Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
I’ma kick hot sh#t for b#tches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I’m from the hood South side, West side
Where n#gg#s’ll put a motherf#ckin slug in my enemy

Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherf#ckin thug and a gangsta
One’s thug in a chamber
Get a n#gg# stick a n#gg# put him in a ditch and then forget a n#gg#

Hit a n#gg# pop a n#gg# little with the rocket n#gg#
Puff pass say you love that
We in the ‘Llac and put the lemon in the ‘gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back

Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
And it’s speakin like, “Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed”
Cause I been feelin like
Chi about to show the m#th*rf#ck*rs how to rush a n#gg#

Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana
Flows leave you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi gone bring the business

Blows to yo’ dome in an instance
Home of them Folks and the Mo’s and the King’s and the Fo’s
And the BD’s and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!
It’s real real – on the block I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel steel – in case a n#gg# wanna get in the way
So now what’s the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I’ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
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Shawnna Lyrics – R.P.M.

Shawnna

R.P.M.