Mayhem Lyrics by E-40

Mayhem Lyrics

    Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
    Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x)

    [e-40]
    Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
    Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
    Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes
    Those new wallabe's, hocked up, chuck taylors
    Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans
    Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades,
    Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids
    Labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might rob ya
    Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang

    [big bonna]
    Well it's your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
    Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya
    Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
    Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings
    You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
    Got the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him
    Lookin for the body, tell me what they found,
    His head in richmond the rest in the v-town

    [a-1]
    Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up
    Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
    So what the fuck they want to do,
    Seem like we got the vas of these niggas
    Caught cash and thought we was through
    So fuck this old bat shit, i'll get the gat bitch
    And probably blow your brains out
    Looking to get my cap fit,
    Thinking they all acted up and while i'm at yo ass
    I'll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass

    Chorus: [e-40 and big bonna] - repeat 2x

    [e] causing havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus
    Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
    [b] if you can't beat us, then join us
    [e] get on the team
    Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m-1-sixteens

    [e-40]
    It's a cold piece of work out this way
    Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe
    Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
    Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted
    {?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett
    Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs
    Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap
    Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad
    That those piatchess found our bills
    Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
    Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues

    [a-1]
    By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots
    So who got six niggaz next to carry
    Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
    And if you motherfuckers want some, then 'tach on to me

    [big bonna]
    You see these niggas can't flip doing things that sick (like what)
    Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit
    But i love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it
    Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid

    Chorus

    [e-40]
    Uh uh - a element of surprise, gettin my gig on
    Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on
    When you do ya hot ones, shoot low
    Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls
    Til automatics hit the floor
    Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
    Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet
    Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)
    Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry

    [a-1]
    It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in
    Cause now i'm stalkin niggaz like a bitch do
    Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit
    To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
    So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play
    I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
    If i can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause
    I bring things to the game for my scuzzie

    [big bonna]
    We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags
    Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag
    Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type
    (but you niggaz ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like)
    Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis
    And bust you in the head with ruger p 85's
    Call a mortician, call mark class
    Somebody in this motherfucker bout to come up missin, best believe

    (chorus)2x

    Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
    Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x

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