C - Lance - Tell Me lyrics

Y'all don't have what it take to defeat me Little mothaf**er full of hatred and beastly You hanging with PD Me I'm quick to take a snitch out the population like PC And I don't really give a f** The flow is hard and it's breath taking like a liver punch f**ing stick um up I'm nice with the hands but I will f**ing blam at you bigger f**s Grim is nuts, a mad dog, I can't stand y'all I'm off the damn wall like handball You a mothaf**ing rookie, you can't ball In the same league cuz you p**y and that's all Yeah they lay low All your chain mean to me is that it's payday yo I'll fill a place with more dread than a Reggae show Make p**y mothaf**ers vacate they home [Hook] Tell me what happened to the game Nobody f**ing rap 'bout the pa**ion and the pain Tell me what's the mothaf**ing plan Tell me how I make it through this mothaf**ing land Tell me it's a happy place I might decide to turn around, spit and slap your face Tell me what you're gonna do When your time is near and the reaper come for you f**ing AR-15 it can hit from far But the submachine tear your f**ing clique apart Yeah, I'll expose the kind of b**h you are Think your pop should've pulled a f**ing Chris Benoit Your chips, your broads, and wallets hand to me Or become a victim of a**ault and battery And Joe Stallo is godly compared to me You can bring your weapons and all of your cavalry Who got the balls and who wanna challenge me I'm not all there like a dwarf or amputee There is no cure for insanity I hang him by the legs and hack um off the knees A savage beast, face um down Point the mothaf**ing 38 and smile Take your crown and leave your frame backwards Now you're caput like 2Pac's name backwards (Hook) When you see me keep it moving on some Nomad sh** Mothaf**er I am not afraid to throw hands with Any a**hole that wants to, let's go that's it I'll leave you with a f**ing red skull like Joe Hashmit Get your a** kicked by a little guy with bigger pride My knife dig inside you til it touch your rib or spine It's dinner time, hide your f**ing kids and wives Y'all about to get run over like a finish line Y'all get behind me this is my year I'll put a mothaf**er down quick it's like beer My father is the only man living I fear I'll leave you where I find you, you get it right there A living nightmare, laught at d**h So you best lighten up like Mike Jackson's flesh I'm not impressed by you, nothing you release is dope Y'all are one hit wonders like the weed I smoke (Hook)