"No Where To Go" lyrics
(feat. Mel Matrix & NOE)
[Max B:]
I need a light
M.O.B., ByrdGang classic
It's your boy Biggavell
Capo, what's good?
Talk to 'em, baby
They tryna get me, baby (ByrdGang)
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
I ain't wanna fuck with you cowards (Nah), y'all was bitches from the jump
Time to witness the pump, at first I kick 'em and dump
Watch his body dangle, I love seeing niggas slumped (Slumped)
You don't want it with Biggavell, the musical mercenary (Uh-huh)
I can see it all in your eyes, motherfuckers is scary
They like, "Bi-Bi-Biggavell, p-please, nigga, don't do it, show me pity
N-nigga, please, I'm 'bout to send you fifty"
I hate it (I hate it) when a nigga think he be pimpin' me
He be tryna get over, I be tryna stay sober
I be high in the Rover, swerving in the lane
Some money coming from rapping, a third of it from 'caine
My baby want me to change (Yeah)
She tell me, "Can you be a daddy now? You can't be out fuckin' all them dames
And the way that you be rolling be causing me to repent"
Told her, "Know what? Baby, you right, can he go change?
I ain't gon' fuck 'em, they just gon' give me brain, baby, I gotta go"
[NOE:]
I'm a lost cause, livin' like a boss don (Yeah)
Should've been in dentistry, know he gets his floss on (Woo)
This is first string, NFL starter shit
Live it live, smoke a lot, die like A martyr shit (Like a martyr shit)
Like I'm old muscle (Yeah), man, I'm tired of that
Same old baggin' up, feelin' I'm an old hustle
Too many nights I been sleeping under shady vibes (That's right)
'Cause the streets got me feelin' like I'm eighty-five
And it's hard for me to smile back at other teeth
Other teeth could easily be next year's other beef (Get 'em)
So I frown at 'em, hold up a pound at 'em (Huh)
Knowing next year I'll probably spit, A round at 'em (What's up)
This is life in the game and it sucks, buddy
Lady Luck becomes a very fine fuck buddy
So I caress her when them court dates come around (That's right)
Another reason not to drive with my gun around
[Max B:]
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
[Mel Matrix:]
Pussies, I pop 'em and drop 'em , guns, I cock 'em and dump 'em
If I left a nigga for dead, he must've been stunting
Nigga, so why the fuck is you starting
We bang like 300 Spartans, we never stress, burnin' carpet (Yeah)
In the whip with two hundred, And my niggas is blunted
America's most wanted (ByrdGang)
We on that Pac shit, steal out
Twist a nigga cap back, Blood, then we peel out
You motherfuckers know me, they call me Murder Mel
I ain't your motherfucking homie, yeah, I probably did your nigga dirty
Hit 'em with the forty in the boys Bentley 30
They say karma like a boomerang (Back at you)
Smack fifty, stack bread, Blood,, and we moving things (Them bricks)
And I ain't worried 'bout the get-back
Catch me on the strip with the fifth with the kickback (Gripped up)
[Max B:]
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
I need a light
M.O.B., ByrdGang classic
It's your boy Biggavell
Capo, what's good?
Talk to 'em, baby
They tryna get me, baby (ByrdGang)
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
I ain't wanna fuck with you cowards (Nah), y'all was bitches from the jump
Time to witness the pump, at first I kick 'em and dump
Watch his body dangle, I love seeing niggas slumped (Slumped)
You don't want it with Biggavell, the musical mercenary (Uh-huh)
I can see it all in your eyes, motherfuckers is scary
They like, "Bi-Bi-Biggavell, p-please, nigga, don't do it, show me pity
N-nigga, please, I'm 'bout to send you fifty"
I hate it (I hate it) when a nigga think he be pimpin' me
He be tryna get over, I be tryna stay sober
I be high in the Rover, swerving in the lane
Some money coming from rapping, a third of it from 'caine
My baby want me to change (Yeah)
She tell me, "Can you be a daddy now? You can't be out fuckin' all them dames
And the way that you be rolling be causing me to repent"
Told her, "Know what? Baby, you right, can he go change?
I ain't gon' fuck 'em, they just gon' give me brain, baby, I gotta go"
[NOE:]
I'm a lost cause, livin' like a boss don (Yeah)
Should've been in dentistry, know he gets his floss on (Woo)
This is first string, NFL starter shit
Live it live, smoke a lot, die like A martyr shit (Like a martyr shit)
Like I'm old muscle (Yeah), man, I'm tired of that
Same old baggin' up, feelin' I'm an old hustle
Too many nights I been sleeping under shady vibes (That's right)
'Cause the streets got me feelin' like I'm eighty-five
And it's hard for me to smile back at other teeth
Other teeth could easily be next year's other beef (Get 'em)
So I frown at 'em, hold up a pound at 'em (Huh)
Knowing next year I'll probably spit, A round at 'em (What's up)
This is life in the game and it sucks, buddy
Lady Luck becomes a very fine fuck buddy
So I caress her when them court dates come around (That's right)
Another reason not to drive with my gun around
[Max B:]
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
[Mel Matrix:]
Pussies, I pop 'em and drop 'em , guns, I cock 'em and dump 'em
If I left a nigga for dead, he must've been stunting
Nigga, so why the fuck is you starting
We bang like 300 Spartans, we never stress, burnin' carpet (Yeah)
In the whip with two hundred, And my niggas is blunted
America's most wanted (ByrdGang)
We on that Pac shit, steal out
Twist a nigga cap back, Blood, then we peel out
You motherfuckers know me, they call me Murder Mel
I ain't your motherfucking homie, yeah, I probably did your nigga dirty
Hit 'em with the forty in the boys Bentley 30
They say karma like a boomerang (Back at you)
Smack fifty, stack bread, Blood,, and we moving things (Them bricks)
And I ain't worried 'bout the get-back
Catch me on the strip with the fifth with the kickback (Gripped up)
[Max B:]
Niggas is scheming, got plenty bitches that's fiendin'
They tryna fuck up my cheddar, cop my Beretta and I gotta load
They know I'm sturdy, they try to say I'm dirty
They tryna give me the thirty, mama, don't worry 'cause I gotta go
Niggas is jealous, but I'm too overzealous
They wanna fuck up my fetish for good and they don't want me to go
Fuck you bitches I ride, after you niggas gon' die
We getting by, roll up the Sour 'cause I'm tryna blow
