Manigga - Personal Lyrics

Run up in ya house
Gun up in they mouth
I don't know what all them know tears about
Better tell lil Charlie and Sabrina pipe down
Before they get wipe down
With the 45 pipe right now
Ima hogg for the currency
I'll burn you with the burner, nigga no 3rd degree
Bitch ass nigga is you learning me
Where ya other lil bastard at, fuck it the bitch ain't no concern to me
Even on trigger lock
Randy Manigga don't stop
Let it pop
About my guap
Shoot you in ya top
Nigga really iz a chemical baby
Thinking you can run off with my doe, nigga iz you crazy
Kept it Solid with you in any event
Yousa bitch
Kruger with the Ruger, Randy Makaveli
But its Murder on my mind, no thug life across the belly
Bitch nigga you been chefin on the low
But I'm chef curry from blocks away hoe
No free throws
Fortified
With That forty five
Leave Brianna mortified
Pussy niggaz get shot down
Currency, bitch nigga shut down
Pussy niggaz get shot down
Currency bitch ass nigga can get popped right now
A divorce in life
Is a divorce from life
Darren can play the guitar at your funeral
Then between you, your kids and ex wife
I'll use your caskets as toilets, communal
Shitted on em, that's life
Bitch its business as usual
Situations be critical
Cut deep like a cuticle
Fuck me, feelings mutual

I don't take shit personal
Put bitch niggaz in a hearse ya know
I heard all your albums and mixtapes, you the worse I know
Sneak dissin me
Cant do a album without mentioning me
I would've been popped you but you 82 seconds away from snitching see
Ain't no nigga ever wrote for me
Faggot ass nigga you and yo brother can get burnt out
This Melrose via PTB, bitch nigga you better learn about me
Don't doubt me
Don't crowd me
Cause ill man down heem
Them niggaz hit you once, I'll double back
This Melrose whats fuckin with that
Don't doubt me
Don't crowd me
Man down man down, double back double back
Don't fuck with rats
No rat write my raps
Bitch niggaz take dirt napz
Do Burch niggaz really defend that
Pretend that you a factor
A don? Nigga you a actor
Ain't no tears in my memory
Check the lost files
Say goodbye to the rap game
Lame ass nigga talkin bout No handouts
I know it ain't, to busy getting shot on your own block bitch nigga
I don't know what it is about me
Bitch niggaz love to doubt me
But trust and believe my nigga randy is astounding
And sars beats is pounding
If you a op
Get mopped
Popped
Molly wopped
Sucka niggaz we clowning
I'm wet nigga, these hoes drowning
Tupac and scarface on these hating ass niggaz cuz they frowning