"Nightmare On Elme Street" lyrics
I don't wanna talk about it
Don't nobody call my phone, leave me the fuck alone
Ain't too long until we gone, we all gotta die
Shit, that's just how I've been feeling
Murder rate rising
Ain't no talking, whole lot of killing
Let's not take it to the internet, keep it on the DL
My brother brung them choppas out, wet him up like a seashell
Ain't with all that typing shit, I suck at writing details
Do his ass on a Friday since he wanna act like he's him
Nah this ain't a diss song, that ain't what I'm here for
I believe in revenge, the fuck Imma shed a tear for?
Bitch I'm in the hood, the fuck Imma disappear for?
I hang around bitches that tote straps, fuck a dildo
Ay boy I'm dying behind this shit, the fuck you talking bout?
Police in my section, where the weapons? There ain't no choppas out
Jimi Hendrix whole lot of guitars we could rock out
It's gon happen in due time, niggas just never pop out
Smiley hit my line like "what it is? I'll be home soon"
Told him "we can't wait much longer, gotta get him gone soon"
Out the womb, tryna send a nigga where his dogs at
All that stressing "R.I.P." like you gon get your dogs back
Rest up to lil Prosper and lil Tay we ain't gon speak on that
Once we get the call on where he stay, we gon sleep on that
Ay I'm just a rapper I ain't living what I'm talking facts
How you gon disrespect your Pops with all that talking back?
Everybody on go behind me, the whole hood love me
Chevy said he hungry we gon pull up, *dew dew* cookin cousins
Pull up, hop out, get to bussin
I'm just talking bout a movie
Niggas goofy, worried bout Lil Poppa like a fucking groupie
Nah, we ain't stressing bout that shit, we gon handle the business
Have my hittas catch you slippin, come and post up in the trenches
See me, Imma tell the truth, that ain't how you livin
But since you lying, Imma lie, that nigga really with it
LOL, plus I fucking laugh I'm rolling on the floor
Niggas having undercover pressure prolly by their own
Nigga said he know who killed my dog you must be JSO
Niggas trippin, boy you better keep that shit up on the low
Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah
Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah
Like Ace we gon kill em slow
Don't nobody call my phone, leave me the fuck alone
Ain't too long until we gone, we all gotta die
Shit, that's just how I've been feeling
Murder rate rising
Ain't no talking, whole lot of killing
Let's not take it to the internet, keep it on the DL
My brother brung them choppas out, wet him up like a seashell
Ain't with all that typing shit, I suck at writing details
Do his ass on a Friday since he wanna act like he's him
Nah this ain't a diss song, that ain't what I'm here for
I believe in revenge, the fuck Imma shed a tear for?
Bitch I'm in the hood, the fuck Imma disappear for?
I hang around bitches that tote straps, fuck a dildo
Ay boy I'm dying behind this shit, the fuck you talking bout?
Police in my section, where the weapons? There ain't no choppas out
Jimi Hendrix whole lot of guitars we could rock out
It's gon happen in due time, niggas just never pop out
Smiley hit my line like "what it is? I'll be home soon"
Told him "we can't wait much longer, gotta get him gone soon"
Out the womb, tryna send a nigga where his dogs at
All that stressing "R.I.P." like you gon get your dogs back
Rest up to lil Prosper and lil Tay we ain't gon speak on that
Once we get the call on where he stay, we gon sleep on that
Ay I'm just a rapper I ain't living what I'm talking facts
How you gon disrespect your Pops with all that talking back?
Everybody on go behind me, the whole hood love me
Chevy said he hungry we gon pull up, *dew dew* cookin cousins
Pull up, hop out, get to bussin
I'm just talking bout a movie
Niggas goofy, worried bout Lil Poppa like a fucking groupie
Nah, we ain't stressing bout that shit, we gon handle the business
Have my hittas catch you slippin, come and post up in the trenches
See me, Imma tell the truth, that ain't how you livin
But since you lying, Imma lie, that nigga really with it
LOL, plus I fucking laugh I'm rolling on the floor
Niggas having undercover pressure prolly by their own
Nigga said he know who killed my dog you must be JSO
Niggas trippin, boy you better keep that shit up on the low
Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah
Oh you know who killed my dog? You must be JSO, boy you a hoe, yeah
Like Ace we gon kill em slow
