"Mike N Pippen" lyrics

Go
Go spin on the opps, tryna kill some, nigga
What the fuck is you sittin' in the crib for, nigga?
You ain't did shit for your homie, except shed tears for him, nigga
Got free smoke, this shit called Dell
Up on the opps, they ass gettin' the belt
You can't name another group of youngest turnt niggas that's clappin' like me and Jeff
Up in the kitchen, Derm the chef, and that hot shit is what he felt
Go
Go
Go

I been turnt before this rap shit, had hoes all up on my dick
Before 19 I had a cuban, it was free, I ain't pay a cent
Ask me how I got my name, from blowing my fifty and taking kits
Rap niggas ain't wanna come around, cause they heard them Bloodhounds taking shit
Amiri denim and black Tracks, you see 'em clappin' out this fit
Only D.O.As, what the fuck is a 'spital?
Four niggas bounced out, he don't know who hit 'em
It was only me and Jeff on a hit, caught one down bad, he thought five niggas had blitzed him
You will get killed playing monkey in the middle
Quis bail out the V with a big-ass nickel
Go
Go

Fuck my opps, we kill 'em
10 milli' bullets rip thru his tissue
And if I had a car, I was hanging out the window
Gay-ass niggas love talking to pillows
Snitch-ass niggas love giving out info
Suspect, 50 got a victim
Lean and Percs all up in my system
On a band, but I'm still out spinnin'
Swerv and Tayski, Mike and Pippen
We fucked him up, he tried to get up, now put him back down, I know he finished
Kill 'em all, don't leave no witness

Go
Go
Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
Go (Keep that)