Opposition

Song Description

Tounge twisint Gangsta Ish!

Song Length 4:37 Genre Rap - Gangsta
Lead Vocal Male Vocal Mood Disturbed
Language English Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Chorus Vision x2
Real G?s, throw ya glocks up, pop up, make the spot hot/
Rock and knock cock riders and drop/
Bombs, blows, shells, bows, those hoes/
Some friends but most foes gotta go/

Verse 1 Vision
Simplexx in the booth, what ya?ll wanna do spit truth, make ya see villains/
Monsters of the rap game, why ya?ll wanna act lame, when I bust shots, ya?ll see killins/
The realest muthafuckas that eva touch the mic, me and my dogs love to fight/
We need some grub tonight, we broke, you got dough/
That mean the slugs gone bust through ya coat tonight/
Its ova right, it?s bright when the muzzle flash, I guzzle gas, spit pyrotechnics when I wreck this/
Betta accept it, if ya step, kid get left wit no head or neck for a necklace/
Gotta respect this, Chitown and St. Louis on da track killin it, if you not feelin it/
Ima while out, pull a 9 out, lick shots till ya sign out, cops need a crime lab to find out/
Your identity, ya?ll be killin me wit dat yin yang you be talkin in da booth when it ain?t real/
You know da deal, if I said I would do something to you, muthafucka betta believe I will/
I don?t get down wit dat bullshit, not a killa, but I?m not the one that you wanna fuck wit, don?t play/
I?m trynna calm my ways, spit rhymes these days, stead of bullets in a haze around ya way/
Let me do my thang, let me get up on a track, rip a beat into pieces, Lord Jesus/
These is the type of cats to drop feces on rappers beneath us/
Ain?t nobody fuckin wit us, put the game in a cuff and then crush it to dust/
Split a blunt, roll it up then puff the stuff/
Get high till we die or we?re rich as fuck/

Chorus Vision x2
Real G?s, throw ya glocks up, pop up, make the spot hot/
Rock and knock cock riders and drop/
Bombs, blows, shells, bows, those hoes/
Some friends but most foes gotta go/

Verse 2 Nick Fury
Every time I rip the mic, niggas get to pleadin, cause I drill shit till they ears start bleedin/
Believe me, I?ll bust shot to have ya family grieving this evening/
I spit so deep, the blind and dying could see me/
Simplexx too trillin, down to make millions, when we hit the club and stop/
Shiiit, the rims just keep on spinnin/
Naturally, we pullin 50 pieces, no tens, it?s all about benjamins/
She might look innocent, but last night, we demoed her and bout ten her friends/
So after we leave the club, we gone hit the hoes up, fuck around do it again/
And I had to admit ma, I love it when I came all on your chin/
I?m in a rage like Scarface on a rampage, wit a 12 gauge, this is your shot to blow up/
Cause you finna make the front page, label me gutta I say what you won?t say/
Matter fact you DOA, and I ain?t talkin bout Dead or Alive, NOOO/
I?m stressing Dead On Arrival, cause only the strong survive Mo/
I?m from the S-T-L-O-U-I-S, where my thugs is quick to put you to rest/
And nevertheless, we got teks that?ll tear straight through your vest/
If you wanna test, Nick Furious, muthafucka, don?t ask question if yo ass is curious/
Cause you can start shit like a capitol letter, but I?ll end it like a period/
I?m serious/

Chorus 1 Vision x2
Real G?s, throw ya glocks up, pop up, make the spot hot/
Rock and knock cock riders and drop/
Bombs, blows, shells, bows, those hoes/
Some friends but most foes gotta go/

Verse 3 Posqualy
Get yo clips ready, guns on hip, grab yo pad lock chains, shanks and sticks/
Even grab some bricks, get yo soul on hard, grab some weapons get ready to stand guard/
Disregard whoever come from far, and don?t let um pass if they ain?t passing ours/
Stay alert and keep all eyes pilled, try to search for all weapons concealed/
It?s Midwest you trespass you rest, mess with simplex it?s body bags and death/
That?s no contest, we gone progress, getting cash in access, cause we obsessed/
If you upset, get that shit off yo chest, y?all some hoes that pose no threat/
I?ll crush yo skull, break yo neck, come wit techs and yell we the best/
Yes it?s posqualy, and you can rely, if you plan to die, then make plans to ride/
Cause you can liken simplexx to triple beams, direct hit every time these niggas breath/
It?s a mental robbing, involved in mauling, fools, ain?t no stallin, we all been pulling tools/
Got um hauling ass every time my ballers pass, dissolve all y?all niggas trying to haul my cash/
A coffin naw dog bet his body be stashed, a wet durag, now you ain?t left to brag/
All jokes aside, no need for tissue dog, it?s pistol play and nigga if you wish today/
You can bring you gay click and they can all get sprayed, release me from a cage and I?m gone seek my prey/
Come on.

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