M-pire Shrikez Back Lyrics by Originoo Gunn Clapazz

M-pire Shrikez Back Lyrics

    [intro: starang wondah]
    For real, y'all, word up
    Hennyville guzzla, my nigga major blood
    I roll with the muthafuckin leader, big rock
    And the first and last general of this m.f.c. shit, sean p.
    Doc holiday, the underboss
    And i am the commander in chief of all operations, william h.
    For life, y'all, word up

    [louieville sluggah]
    Live and direct, straight from the projects
    Will and hennyville, i'm lookin for the flyest
    One night stand, out there to match my seats with
    And if it's good, then i'll see her on the weekend
    Page beepin, my will is slow leakin
    Checkin little sis, she just got that ass beatin

    [starang wondah]
    Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always kick that
    Shit that, make your bitch hot
    Word up, my man hardcore, always actin like he never see cash
    Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat clash
    And bitches bumrushin me, feelin me without touchin me
    Aiyo i step off stage, the crowd can't get enough of me
    My crew walks out, aiyo turn this war into a talk out
    We ain't beggin 'em, yo craig and them, bring the chalk out
    Y'all sometimey, try and act like ya grimy
    Knowin damn well, ya come behind me
    You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2 chicks
    Wit the windows up tinted, givin them two dicks

    [louieville sluggah]
    Yo niggas ain't stoppin us from soda poppin
    Bob marley spliffs, with the fly whip coppin
    Money in my pocket, chicken heads flockin
    Niggas stay watchin, systems stay rockin

    [starang wondah]
    The m.f.c. for life, in this i do double
    From brownsville, big will'll stay in the trouble
    Sorry, my nigga, i didn't mean to burst ya bubble
    But i hit that bitch, i didn't know you was a couple
    Will with the skill so ill, it's that's pure
    Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a cure
    And it's on

    [chorus 2x: rock]
    It's plain to see, you can't change me
    Cuz i'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
    They ask you, did you deed, stuck your key
    You tell them m.f.c. for ya life

    It's impossible, to stop the money, who lyric ox you
    I leave more niggas face down, then guliani cops do
    My crew, he comin out to you movin that mach 2
    I nerve block every pressure point, like i knew kung fu
    On my name, with squattin ya keg, and i had a son too
    Strap up, cuz you don't know how many dicks they broads run through
    And my m.f.c., look they norman serve
    Yo pass that hennyville real, so i can feel the swerve
    And start earnin up words, and pushin whips on the curb
    I start reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you heard
    Super blind side, multiply to the third
    My word is bond like james, you spit game, i spit flame
    And while you playin around, i'm takin aim
    I feed you information, til i overload ya brain
    And your body shut down and goin in shock from the pain
    First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come rain


    [starang wondah]
    All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground that i walk on
    I bless these mics that i talk on
    Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya can't find it
    Lookin out for what will say, nigga rewind it
    This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra flossy
    Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum force be
    If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you
    And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview
    Leave you in the dust without a gun to bust
    Make your ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

    [louieville sluggah]
    The name henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
    Couldn't be any one out there like henny (god damn right)
    You can bet that on your life, front your wife
    For real, will wanna slice, is like lewinski
    Given hed to prez and vice (she too nice)
    Forever twist the law for life
    M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we want (got that right)
    And bob mar' swab, droppin bloodshed into blessing
    Came in the name of love, so nigga, flame it up
    I caught pain from the breakup, yo i had to regain
    I'm checkin shorty with the make-up
    My number one thought of course, bout when she wake up
    Six in the morn', still i'm chasin paper

    [chorus 3x]