Motorcycle Gangsters - Knox niggaz

Something on the road must have been rushing I could tell it was a motorcycle Dripping black gold Telling you not to move Motorcycle Spilling black gold So don't tell the cops they dropped some pot There's ice in the air, try not to stare Straight into the rolled over hog Flipped in the fog Telling you not to move Come to the light Telling you not to move Everything's alright Don't Move

Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Niggas just killed that nigga, nigga just pulled that trigger Niggas just came home early, all 'cause he told on his nigga Nigga gon' rock that ice, nigga gon' take your life At the red light, no license, nigga gon' take that right Nigga fake band that Gucci, nigga start rockin' that Dolce Say he don't really fuck wit' me, nigga don't even really know me Nigga gon' say hе rich, then he gon' fuck your bitch Then hе gon' drop a mixtape, nigga gon' ice his wrist Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Nigga gon' look you in the face, nigga gon' tell you a lie Popeyes ordered all wings, nigga gon' give you a thigh Another nigga say he can't do it, nigga ain't even gon' try Nigga gon' sell you a dream, say they all down for your team Sell they own soul for a chain, nigga cross you out for some bling Nigga want a brand new coupe, nigga want to smoke like Snoop Every time a nigga hit the strip club, nigga want to fuck like Luke Don't try the wrong nigga in the strip Club, nigga might fuck 'round and shoot Nigga ain't takin' no blame, nigga ain't sayin', "I'm sorry" Nigga shot all up in it, nigga want to go see Maury Niggas ain't got no goals, niggas ain't got no hoes Nigga might smoke a whole zip, some fuck nigga killed Nip Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain

No man separate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz We comin' after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me, Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin' all wild from my double, I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom, once I enter the room, in the air All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin' sprayed quicker Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'Cause I seen it at the beginnin' A made nigga How many niggaz fall in ya vision? Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever knowin' it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified] I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under Is just too much We made niggaz Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin' at those Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin I ain't count the line, my strap, not head There will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til' he still and chill, recognize the real dea l feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin' lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin' with the gage and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain My army of lunatics that stay armed Til' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga Can you feel me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the cream I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz, Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi Mussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin, made niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti (Ha, ha, ha, Westside made niggaz beotch) Uh, sarge, uh We've got uh Tupac Shakur Uh, Fatal, Fatal Hussein Uh, Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uh, I repeat let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz let 'em go But, but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry

Prisoner, like a hostage yo You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich Deep in the dirt 'cause you is a sucker And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker Don't try to hang, you best avoid 'Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids Before you try to fuck with Ren I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten First come, first served Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts? With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating Styles they got are full of bull, 'cause their vocals are local In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full They got the nerve to cuss Only reason niggas picking your record is 'cause they thought it was us Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you? You can't harm me, alarm me Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army The Niggaz With Attitudes, if you didn't know We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go Yo, time for some taking Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in It's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya 'Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on Don't step on the motherfUCking stage with our nights on Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow All these niggas with the gibber-jabber But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer Gangsters in black are out there But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear On my motherfucking dick But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick So yo, step up, go to bed, 'cause if you're misled You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see I love streetwise, nigga you know me Rolling with some real niggas, playing for keeps But you motherfuckers know who run the streets With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit (Now how much harder can another nigga get?) Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust) So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please Since you're on the dick, why don't you drop to your knees? 'Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill Eazy E, a nigga that's real Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compton Quick to getting your shit without a second thought And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black Bow down to the kings, and raid a half They're played out, that's what niggas were chatting One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it People thought we was finished and done with But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe your tears And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb You're on the dick so far, niggas not one And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up 'Cause if I let you slide, it's just 'cause you're locked up Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya Because my attitude's a little bigger 'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggas Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's Sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams Because it only you shows you how dope I am Never try to ignore us When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play We started out with too much cargo So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say But I'ma do this shit anyway 'Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in It's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton Taking over shit in all of the 1990s Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all

Yeah, check, check, I can't, I can't manage I, I can't (But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage (But you must Rick) Ah, shit Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason, vision Releasin' me a basket case from prison - Pissed Blood feenin', the villain like 'Wassup ya'll' Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em Misleadin' a bit, although proceedin' a hit I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit Played the empty headed part, Though the moment they dreaded start, neat Back of the head and took the credit card Seen properly decease, Made it look like an everyday robbery to police And I's out Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky Alert the rest to beef up security And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred Another brother deservin' to get massacred Pleasure in poppin' that flea Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas Not insane, nor am I biased Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before My fly ass Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence A drug related incident I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers Reason why your girlfriends dig us - cause I kill niggaz You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life At a jam, nine figure on shelf While your army a nigger snickering among self - thiefs Who wanna clock the bread off the next That's why Im gonna blow their fucking head off Maybe the victor get stuck up Giving these clowns opportunity to fuck up They knowin' that the kid crew showers, eye cowers And leaves for 'bout a good two hours While they're like 'we coulda caught Rick what, for allsort' That's what the assholes thought Tough guy mumblin', I thunderin' Why I had a motherfucking A-K ya wondering And raise it higher, start giving them the fire As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit Seein' shots split a motherfuckers skull like lettuce Run a nigger best bet is for another duck in gage I'm in a motherfucking rage Mask 'bout face, Now figure dash Smash 'bout 10 ta 15 nigger ass out More enemy dug, deceased, caught Had not, gave one fuck what police thought (what?) But first I best provide all brainiacs With evidence of a suicidal maniac While I clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers Reason why your girlfriends dig us - 'cause I kills niggaz