R.P.M. (feat. Ludacris, Twista & Shawnna)

Shawna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked in the pen gone

Fittin' to rot 'cause he did wrong, run up on the cops

And he hit 'em with a Glock, left his wig home

Sellin' rock on the big phone in the projects

**** run up on your set with the Tech out

Leave you wet with yo chest out

Killer ****, real ****

Have a **** feel a realer ****

Drill a ****, fuckin' with a villain, never spill a ****, fuck that

**** bust back, we in the 'Lac, me and my bitches all strapped

Puffin' the sack and we be sippin' on 'gnac

Fittin' to react and pop a **** for them stacks

**** I'm with, they put the fifth to your whole melon

I'm with the murderers and known felons

I gotta pop a ****, drop a ****, rock a ****

Shock a ****, lock a ****, fuck a ****, cop the flopping ****

Roll for my bitches that be droppin' in the strip clubs

Tryin' to get 'em a lil' somethin'

If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss

For the big ones, then you get you a big gun

Motherfuckers in the Chi', like to put it on yo' eye

If it's on bitch, put it straight to you, don't miss

Now you fuckin' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes

Hustlers, bangers, **** that with them real motherfuckers like whoa

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs

In ghettos and clubs that get crunk

For my homies locked down, to whoever hurtin' in the hood

And ballers with 22's on big trucks

To my thugs that call over to they mob

And to the hustlers that be servin' hydro and cocaine

To my **** that ain't hoes, if they have to

They will steal a ****, touch a ****, check a ****, cut a ****

Pull the trigger, bust a ****, yellow motherfucker ****

Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk, go and weed it up

And I'm talkin' about go like I'm smokin' the bone

Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up

Got you feelin' the holy ghost through your body

Probably re-animated with all my legit ballers, rollin' up

Up the streets, stuffed the beats

So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes

Beamers, Excursions, bumpin' systems TV's and them 20's spinnin'

Mob for them **** that done came up off them hard times

K-Town, West side, South side

Murder us for the money, that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme

Whatever set you represent, throw it up

If you buck or crunk, then take yo' motherfuckin' shirt off

Dealers, get your work off, you wanna party?

Full of hustle ****, killer ****, gangsta ****, chill ****

Baller ****, thug ****, player haters, real ****

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin' to compete me

I'm from the hood, South side, West side

Where ****'ll put a motherfuckin' slug in my enemy

Motown, Pucketown, do or die

The difference between a motherfuckin' thug and a gangsta

One thug's in a chamber

Get a ****, stick a ****, put him in a ditch and then forget a ****

Hit a ****, pop a ****, little with the rocket ****

Puff, pass, say you love that

We in the 'Lac, put the lemon in the 'gnac

Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back

Puffin' the raps that got me layin' out slacks

And it's speakin' like "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"

'Cause I been feelin' like fuck a ****, bust a ****

Shawna never love a ****

Chi' about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a ****

Crush that, put it on mama

On everything, I got a thang for the drama, puff marijuana

To things Shawna gonna throw it on ya

Flows leave you froze in a comma

We so relentless, you know Chi' gone bring the business

Blows to yo' dome in an instance

Home of them folks and the mo's and the kings and the foes

And the BD's and the lows and the fiends and the hoes and God

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)

It's real, real

On the block, I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel, steel

In case a **** wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal, deal?

On the street, you got nothing to say

So when I see him, I'ma get him (What)

Drill him (What)

Fill him, fill him (What, what)