Zack Wicks - Ate Lyrics

1 nigga run up get jumped
2 came through and they got they brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched off they lights
7 more rhymed about pushin weight
But at the end of the day they all got 8

Bars that'll hit you in your arm and your feet
Bomb on the beat Rick James cane and a freak
All go to her she don't give none to me
Real chick flicks Bette Middler on a beach
Niggas get frozen crossing the chosen one
I clap you boys pass the nine to my foes and run
Leave you swollen like niggas in prison yards
Bump my disc yes learn from the seminar
Kill you niggas from a far you know who we are
Bring yo bitch round me she scream do me hard
Cuz you niggas too soft for the abstract
Blow a hash sack up and down like the NASDAQ
Step down on my street you guaranteed to crash
Like computers mega biters know I'm getting in that ass
From sun rise to sun fall I make yo ship sink
I stain a nigga so the bleach make his red pink

1 nigga run up get jumped
2 came through and they got they brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched off they lights
7 more rhymed about pushin weight
But at the end of the day they all got 8

When my head hot I rap like figure four leg locks
Fittin with the bread I'll eat you up like red hots
You niggas thinking backwards like a Muslim eatin ham hocks
Untrustable in duty like a fuckin jammed glock
My militants blast cannons or back handin
Try to knock your pieces off the board like backgammon
Never fall off if I do get back at em for rematch
And do magic like T-Mac
In 02 for dope tunes you should go to
Ghostwriters make walls fall like mold do
See me lurking in the bushes an ambush
So hood like a nigga that's sellin that can kush
Straight from Toronto along with Pharmaceuticals
Ain't got no grinder so the kief's in my cuticles
Cuz I finished rappin meanin just 8 lunch
And I just copped a quad imma roll 8 blunts

1 nigga run up get jumped
2 came through and they got they brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched off they lights
7 more rhymed about pushin weight
But at the end of the day they all got 8

How she want it lil cousin
Tongue on my balls and everyday she call hollin' let me feel something
Crazy white bitch seen ERs but still cutting
I know that she crazy yet we still fuckin
I'm asking myself if I'm makin shit worse
Justified it in my mind never made her hymen burst
Plus she follow me around like I'm Simon everything I do
She right there mimicking tryna do the shit too
I decided to keep cuz it was it was a ego boost
But then to suck my dick better she knocked out her front tooth
And I remembered the song by Obie Trice
Thought twice but the bitch sucked my shit all night
I woke up the next morning and tried to leave
But this crazy motherfucker went and hid my keys
Saw her put some drops of clear liquid on my plate
Told me breakfast was ready I said I already ate

1 nigga run up get jumped
2 came through and they got they brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched off they lights
7 more rhymed about pushin weight
But at the end of the day they all got 8

Put your hands up (hey, hey, hey)
Put your hands up (oh, oh, oh)
Put your hands up (hey, hey, hey)
Put your hands up (oh, oh, oh)
Put your hands up (hey, hey, hey)
Put your hands up (oh, oh, oh)
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