"Aint As Evil As Me" lyrics
(Ayo, P8, roll that shit up)
Got four blicks, just one target, this a bad night
I'm broad daying, go ask about me, I blast pipes
And I was putting niggas down that was my last stripe
Stand over squeezing this pepper until his last fine
Shit, I step, could give a fuck who shakey on a mission
I crashed out about my vato, they know Peysoh committed
I don't just rhyme it, I'm [?], this what I'm really livin'
I'm really my business, go ask the homies, I really [?]
My first skit was a triple, I took that to the neck
Ain't doin' handy, got some shit that'll rip through a vest
Kill from the heart, you just the nigga they forcin' to step
Pop it like you killing how you tripping we shooting at legs
Sharon, get this, that gunman took off on a bicycle
Went down Everett Avenue, this is at Everett and Fifty-Six
I'm gonna back out of here
You see the worker down there, city worker there, they are cleaning up right there
That is where the man was gunned down early this morning
I [?] on five six, I did skits on a bike
They say you more than just a killer, stop livin' it trife
I did some shit that fucked my stomach and haunt me at night
God, I know You watching, I was sinning so mama be fine
Ain't have a vest but I was grateful I'm good with a sketch
Before the chains, before the rap, I was labeled a stepper
I'm still a yen, 'fore you play, better read you a lecture
Mugging while in public, be the way you get home in a stretcher
I hate the halls, my comerado, we right from the pen
I ain't no driver, I was shooting when we did a skit
On Murder Block, you need a body if you from the 6
I'd put my trust in a ghost, I ain't trusting a bitch
I told my jefe if I don't make it, don't say I was perfect
'Cause you gon' probably be shit when they say I deserve it
Shit, how we living, it's no telling when it be your turn
I'll bang the hood, spit in your face and laugh when I burn
Really a monster on the gang and they fear that I'm free
We did a [?], Boosie that ain't even less me
I catch a sucker, I'ma squeeze 'til I leave it on E
Moving off respect but keep it G, you ain't big as the P
I chose the 6, that's where the block where the killers the must
You got a gun for decoration, I see it got rust
How you trip but seen an opp? Why the hell you ain't bust?
I'd walk him down with no ski, I ain't giving a fuck
Go read the chart, PCMS gon' tell you it's true
I see the comments, hitting laughs, shit, if only they knew
He double digit with them things, see it's only a few
Looks could be deceiving, scrawny boy givin' killers the blues
Got four blicks, just one target, this a bad night
I'm broad daying, go ask about me, I blast pipes
And I was putting niggas down that was my last stripe
Stand over squeezing this pepper until his last fine
Shit, I step, could give a fuck who shakey on a mission
I crashed out about my vato, they know Peysoh committed
I don't just rhyme it, I'm [?], this what I'm really livin'
I'm really my business, go ask the homies, I really [?]
My first skit was a triple, I took that to the neck
Ain't doin' handy, got some shit that'll rip through a vest
Kill from the heart, you just the nigga they forcin' to step
Pop it like you killing how you tripping we shooting at legs
Sharon, get this, that gunman took off on a bicycle
Went down Everett Avenue, this is at Everett and Fifty-Six
I'm gonna back out of here
You see the worker down there, city worker there, they are cleaning up right there
That is where the man was gunned down early this morning
I [?] on five six, I did skits on a bike
They say you more than just a killer, stop livin' it trife
I did some shit that fucked my stomach and haunt me at night
God, I know You watching, I was sinning so mama be fine
Ain't have a vest but I was grateful I'm good with a sketch
Before the chains, before the rap, I was labeled a stepper
I'm still a yen, 'fore you play, better read you a lecture
Mugging while in public, be the way you get home in a stretcher
I hate the halls, my comerado, we right from the pen
I ain't no driver, I was shooting when we did a skit
On Murder Block, you need a body if you from the 6
I'd put my trust in a ghost, I ain't trusting a bitch
I told my jefe if I don't make it, don't say I was perfect
'Cause you gon' probably be shit when they say I deserve it
Shit, how we living, it's no telling when it be your turn
I'll bang the hood, spit in your face and laugh when I burn
Really a monster on the gang and they fear that I'm free
We did a [?], Boosie that ain't even less me
I catch a sucker, I'ma squeeze 'til I leave it on E
Moving off respect but keep it G, you ain't big as the P
I chose the 6, that's where the block where the killers the must
You got a gun for decoration, I see it got rust
How you trip but seen an opp? Why the hell you ain't bust?
I'd walk him down with no ski, I ain't giving a fuck
Go read the chart, PCMS gon' tell you it's true
I see the comments, hitting laughs, shit, if only they knew
He double digit with them things, see it's only a few
Looks could be deceiving, scrawny boy givin' killers the blues
