The Alchemist - Stocking Cap lyrics

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The Alchemist - Stocking Cap lyrics

(Saigon) You bad? Keep kicking that soldier sh** I'll unload a clip Put a f**ing hole in your DU-RAG You don't wanna fight me, hype me up motherf**er and got touched Motherf**er that's too bad You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug And now you using a doo-doo bag Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, b**h look (Verse) Yo, I be guzzling the henny and listening to Many Men Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian When 50 say Many Men, wish d**h 'pon him Feel him cause I know kids that wish they did me in But they couldn't get me though And now they see me, and Al creep slow For a G in the video And n***as hating our guts, cause they know To the face where they girls probably taking our nuts My name Saigon n***a, I get any chick that I got my eye on n***a Stronger than corn liquor Nah I'm not a battle rapper You talk sh** I'ma take this razor and run the sh** across your adams apple I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing I'm taller than Yao Ming Peedi Crakk's mac goes "ring" my mac goes "BLAT" I hit you in your hat take that (Chorus 2x) This gun - And you can get popped with that So b**h run - When I co*k it back Cause you know if I co*k the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap (verse) Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa The dirty n***a in school with tools in his locker Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor Who am I - S to the A to the I and When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin n***as who know me, know Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure" I can tell you mad sh** that I did And some sh** that I got away with But my lawyers advice me not to say sh** To keep sh** basic, n***as play sick we can all get ill I'm jacking my man Jay sh** If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout C'mon come fuuck with a n***a and find out (Chrous 2x) This gun - And you can get popped with that So b**h run - When I co*k it back Cause you know if I co*k the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap You bad Keep kicking that soldier sh** and I'll unload a clip Put a f**ing hole in your DU-RAG You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherf**er and got touched Motherf**er that's too bad You wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug And now you using a doo-doo bag Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, b**h look