Psycho Realm - Premonitions lyrics

[talking]

Go to war, go to war

Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, go to war

Go to war (bitch nigga), go to war (bitch nigga)

Bitch nigga yeah, what-what, yeah

[Lil' O]

Nigga I ain't gon play, and talk to you

I'ma get the AK, and the chop for you

How you walk around bumping, when you glockless fool

Make niggaz gon play around, and try to box with you

I'ma box you up, put you in a casket

Cause niggaz get blasted, instead of they ass kicked

In the 7-1-Tre, this shit is drastic

Niggaz disappearing round this bitch, like magic

I outlasted boys, cause I out-blasted boys

Mashed on niggaz, whole crews got destroyed

Hopped out of Houpes, with my K making noise

To this day I got niggaz, running round paranoid

Saying Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, man he after me

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, gon blast on me

I didn't go nowhere, cause I owe Fat Rat some cheese

And if he catch me, Fat Rat gon make me a casualty

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Nigga I don't talk, or do no discussing

I pick up that K, and start to head busting

Leave a nigga face down, red like a Russian

Then scratch off in the night for real, it ain't nothing

[Lil' O]

I got a AK-47, with bullets like cone heads

And when I let it loose, it eat niggaz like corn bread

You niggaz wanna fuck with me, well gon head

I turn white T's, and jeans to tone red

With my fifty shot AK, bitch nigga eater

Twitch blips, like a stick shift on a Feeter

Split like lips, when you hit with the heater

Chew like chick lips, like you bit by a beaver

Whoa, nigga it go down for real

When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels

And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel

Here go some words of advice, sit down and chill

Cause playing round here, gonna get you done

They playing round bees, gonna get you stung

I'm a made nigga playa, I can get you hung

But I'd rather get the K, and let it rip your lungs

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, boy I rip up blocks

When I make my K, hiccup shots

Are you a fool but I'm stupid I'm cupid, I hit your heart

Don't make a nigga come, get you marks cause I will

Make you niggaz hit the flo' and lie still

When I grab the K, and bust like Wild Bill

Y'all niggaz talk and play, I kill

I think y'all better leave me alone, like Ideal

Cause I ain't Mr. Friendly, or aww he's cute

I'm Mr. AK, Mr. Aim-Cock-And-Shoot

I'm Mr. Come-Through-In-A-Lexus, and pop the roof

On all you hating ass niggaz, that's off of Screw

Talking down on a playa, cause I got them figgas

And I ride around in a drop, knocking Jigga

And I stay on my note, like a opera singer

And y'all wanna hate on me, boy I'm not the nigga

[Hook x2]