100 Bars Lyrics

n***** can't f*** with me men
n***** crazy dawwg
I run this underground rap s***
And the mainstream n****
I'ma do like boo boo
This n***** right when they f***
Now I'ma come out
And Kill 'em
Hit the brerak down

[Verse I:]
Time to separate the men from the boys
Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds
Called a mama's little boy
Or 50's little b****
The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch
The protoge of a b****
Niga softer than the Tabo kick
You billy blanks on a p**** flick
With no p**** chicks
Only p**** d***s
You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws
And so therefore I declare war
Outside violater meet me at four
Young Buck stay back
Bench put this authograph
For a hit put aside the glove
Lets play catch

[Gun shot] For your one platinium plaq
[Gun shot] That's for them n***** ridding in the back
[Gun shot] trying to reach for that s*** on your lap
[Gun shot] That's for your boss and he riding my vest

I'm a killer
Black wall gorilla
The paam boxila
G-Unit capilla
I'm realler
Forty ounce realler
Forty gloc pillar
Forty gloc killer (Gun shot)

[Verse II:]
Ex spider, I'll be creeping and crawling
Spinning webs around you n*****
Staking bread around you n*****
Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you n*****
I used to watch everything I said around you n*****
20 n***** on the squard
20 n***** in the can
That's 20 witnesses
20 n***** on the stand
Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code
The Game is to be sold
And not to be told
This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes
This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul
Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed in
With the fishes like you and juice
I'm coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishop
I'm the king of this L.A s***
tell me hommie is your blood crip
Is your dog a b****
Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A.
Fake a** ghost rider
Get your little flow tighter
Before I put you in the trunk
Of this f****** low rider
n**** u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksand
gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of d***s and
turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men
Just take this as a warning don't flinch men
Wear yur rag, you one I know?
You know bep do, you bang east coast?
Have you ever had 164
Do the hood feel your wack a** flow?

[Verse III:]
So sit your little a** down somewhere
Before i have them n***** sit you down somewhere
In the ground somewhere
Out of town somewhere
breaking news, body has been found somewhere
Now back to the video
Look at this silly mu'f******
Y'all are some silly mu'f******
I say "hands up"
Shorty wanna kick it with me
Get dat wack s*** off B.E.T
Turn the channel
All black lamborgh
Wear them black flannel
Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel
Men I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm spraying
Any n**** in your clique that are be up dat s***

[Gun shot] Mu'f**** dat's for yayo and Buck
[Gun shot] That's for hot ride promotional truck
[Gun shot] That's for Kanye and beefing with Puff
[Gun shot] Tell dat n**** dat's behind you to duck

I'm a killer
Black wall gorilla
Anything clip filler
My deep capila
I'm realler
The hallow tip driller
The rap godzilla
The Lloyd banks killer
[Verse IV:]
In a diablo under the tent
n**** I'm about a dollar, what the f*** is 50 cent?
When Jay said it I ain't know what it meant
Now I understand, it's starting to make sense
Now the whole world know
Why I took the "I" out of G-Unit
And replaced it with a m****f***in "O"
Remember when you told me "meet you on the top"?
Check the sound scan quess who's on top, n****
Fake a** king of New York you need to stop, n****
cause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga
Taking steroids show me wat you gat, n****
You ain't had a b**** since Vivica Fox, n****
Last I heard you suckin on c****, n****
Nobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, n****
Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, n****
Your whole staff with a badge and clock, n****
Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop n*****
On the subway chasing down shoplifters
All in the streets talking bout you shot n*****
Then you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures
I expose you n***** and put out, stop snitching
When the last time you seen him with some hot b******
See wat he say when you ask him where the hot b**** is
Check they adam's apples n****, they is nat b******
You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn
Just bow down n****, accept the Don
Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong
The transformer's folding up like the septic can
n***** bust like pipes when the pressure runs
See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don
Every rapper know from now I'ma set the tone
n***** real hot body till their head is gone
Here come them demons cause they know you are gone
Some n***** just don't get it till you wet they throne.

n***** can't f*** with me
Hundred bars, n****
I do a hundred bars every m****f***ing day of the week, n****
That's 7 hundred bars a week, n****
On this f****** underground s***, n****
I can't be f****** stopped, period, n****!!
The Game, n****...west coast Don
Black wall street, n****
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, m****f****s
I'm talking to all you n*****
I can't be fadded, n****
You n***** don't want it with me, n****
It's just me m****f****s, and I'm p***** off
Gat me all in fron of the m****f***ing mixed tape
That ain't me m****f****s
This is me m****f****s

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