Mayhem - Federation

Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling

Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets

Stocking caps Ski masks, loced out murder one classes

Those new Wallabe’s, hocked up, Chuck Taylors

Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans

Throw away his real ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades

Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids

Labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might rob ya

Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang

Well it’s your nigga Big Bonna niggas be creepin up on ya

Goin for the jugular, niggas trying to slug ya

Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things

Ohh what I feel is mayhem brings

You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie

Got the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him

Lookin for the body, tell me what they found

His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town

Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up

Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue

So what the fuck they want to do

Seem like we got the vas of these niggas

Caught cash and thought we was through

So fuck this old bat shit, I’ll get the gat bitch

And probably blow your brains out

Looking to get my cap fit

Thinking they all acted up and while I’m at yo ass

I’ll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass

Causing havoc, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus

Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under buckets

(If you can’t beat us, then join us)

Get on the team

Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and M-1-sixteens

It’s a cold piece of work out this way

Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain’t too safe

Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face

Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted

expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like Jed Clampett

Dammit, us niggas is deep and new improved like techs

Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap

Tycoon decisions, it’s really too bad

That those biatches found our bills

Sit up at the roundtable and discuss

Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues

By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots

So who got six niggas next to carry

Off these wanna be’s, niggas they gonna see

And if you motherfuckers want some, then 'tach on to me

You see these niggas can’t flip doing things that sick (like what)

Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit

But I love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it

Don’t let me get off that masso candy and some fluid

Uh uh — A element of surprise, gettin my gig on

Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on

When you do ya hot ones, shoot low

Cause it’s a reflection programmed in the rolls

Til automatics hit the floor

Dump, bust, blast, barefaces

Strike, dip, mash — like a mental patiet

Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)

Don’t worry forty vision ain’t blurry

It’s like military issues, make you wish you never got in

Cause now I’m stalkin niggas like a bitch do

Can only ride so long with that fake shit I take shit

To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch

So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play

I down it straight and can’t wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say

If I can’t keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause

I bring things to the game for my scuzzie

We’ll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags

Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag

Then they pullin up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type

(But you niggas ain’t got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like)

Then them niggas start to pull down your Levis

And bust you in the head with ruger P 85's

Call a mortician, call mark class

Somebody in this motherfucker bout to come up missin, best believe

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x