Bout It - II Tone, Lord Infamous, Nasty Nardo

He talk alot about the game but he ain’t got it, heen got it

He talk alotta gangsta shit but he ain’t 'bout it, heen 'bout it

Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain’t rowdy

Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy

Pussy nigga ya ain’t 'bout it, he ain’t 'bout it

Who you buckin' who you blastin'?

He ain’t ride it, he ain’t ride it

He ain’t really 'bout that action, he ain’t 'bout it, he ain’t 'bout it

Who you buckin' who you blastin'?

He ain’t ride it, he ain’t ride it

He ain’t really 'bout that action, he ain’t 'bout it

What’s the business, are y’all hearin' this?

You niggas just can’t be serious

Delirious they just a (?)

Claimin' they killa just as hard as me

(?) me, it’s hardest knock

Never in life did they have to plot

Never in life did you pull my card

Never in life did you come this hard

With no regard it’s pimpin' playa

Trickin' these hoes out the baby maker

Chasin' this paper all around the nation

Quick to blast with no hestitation

Medication I’m peddlin', altercations I’m settlin'

So (?) start (?) before I get into some (?)

(?), I shot some down

Pick the sucker up with the tommy round

Mac got a (?), y’all know the sound

Everytime gotta have to clown

Everytime gotta have to click

Everytime gotta lets it rip

Everytime y’all suckers slip

I’m givin' you that gangsta shit

Them gangsta hits y’all love to hear

Buckin' off through yo atmosphere

Buckin' off through yo hemisphere

I’m outta here, do you hear me clear?

(?) spittin' you that game

It’s Nasty Nardo, Scarecrow jookin' in the Black Rain

Now I don’t listen to that he say, she say

Niggas out here lie 'bout gunplay

Get up with my bitch and cut yo core then post back up on parkway

Niggas lyin' 'bout they shine, ain’t got a pot to piss

Money matter, bullets scatter, make them cowards slit yo wrist

Where the work?

I never seen it but you runnin' out of luck

Quit that lyin' to the world, you bitches need to man up

I give you (?) lyin' cause my granddaddy raise no bitch

Yea you 'bout it, hoe I doubt cause we know you full of shit

You don’t know where I been at, the mouth and actin' harder do

I show you just what I’m about when I start aimin' guns at you

I’m in yo grill like barbecue, if you want it, we can bring it

Bury niggas like the Phoenix, my fire will not extinguish

Black clubs, black mask, black nigga

I’m a soldier like a civilians in Bagdhad nigga

It’s about to be a sacrifice

(?) send 'em to the afterlife

It’s Black Rain boy, we murkin' for the braggin' rights

BLAY!

I am Lord Infamous, it’s so ridiculous, how fast I pull out this trigger and

hit ya

Lil trick you don’t want me to come get up with ya 'cause I will erase your

punkass out the picture

Samurai split ya, .44 lit ya, do not approach cause the locals will get ya

Rumblin' rough as rowdy as wizards, kamikaze, split you like scissors

Goons and goblins, mobbers, robbers, where I’m from they throb for victims

Tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em to the river after killers sick 'em

It don’t matter mane, just pick 'em, put 'em in a bag and zip 'em

Aimin' .50, catch you slippin', .223 start to rip 'em

Nigga you got it all fucked up, you think I won’t put this slug in yo guts

Better go and catch a cut before I crank this chainsaw up

Slugs you will swallow, I fill you with hollows, yo niggas would follow,

there is no tomorrow

When I crank this auto, I hit the drank bottle and leavin' yo bodies in the

grotto

No nigga’s safe, no nigga’s straight that’s the Scarecrow motto

And fuckin' with killers that jack a bitch then you hit the lotto

I hear you spooky, I hear you tough, I hear you really bad

But you just beggin' like a bitch with this heat in yo ass