[chorus]
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Dual committee stompin' in they steel toes, headed for that murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Pizzo stumpin' in them steel toes, headed for that murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Marvaless is stompin' in them steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
[verse 1: c-bo]
Fool, it's that low dawg nigga and this fuck y'all niggas
Talkin' shit behind my back and ain't down to bust the cap
Claimin' their fame and ain't put no work in
Ain't no true soldier, just plain old turf men
Broke as a joke, raggedy lax, buttin' smoke
Mackers every g, you stack, i'll stack 10 more
Only real niggas stack g's, i'm the dog and y'all fleas
Hangin' on my nut, tryin' to bite, but gets none of these
Cause i'm that og from the guard block
And i throw these thangs like a rock
Fool, it's on, bumpin', i know you hear me comin'
Zap in my lap, sideways on your block, dumpin'
Jealous cause the respect i get, you can't get
And i'm the dog with it all that won't fuck with y'all, tricks
Bring the static, my crew'll let you have it
.5 down the pants, now we fully automatic
It's war, fool [?] nationwide
Og's, and for the next five minutes, down to die
You best think quicker, cause when it's on no nigga
Bigger gifts than the hits from c-bo the lunatic
I stay strong like king kong, it's nothing to blow, just get mine
Fool, y'all can trip, but it's still deuce nine
And fool, i got my own clique
From la to seattle on they way with the whole battleship
[chorus]
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liqor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
Fool, i just don't give a fuck
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liqor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
Fool
[verse 2: keak da sneak]
You'll get a smack, steppin' to the dual committee, fool
Whip your ass toe-to-toe, take it back to the oldschool
When niggas was [?] thangs, head up, not over no gang
Now niggas is poppin' the truck, pullin' they stress, bang, bang
I gotta say what's up to bo, you see
And give dap to roo, d-o to the g
That nigga pizzo is comin' with that shit too
We got flora and mississippi, awol's takin' over, fool
If that nigga t don't snap your neck first
Then you gon hear hella muthafuckin gats bursts
That means clear the way, fuck tonight, today's the day
To let my nine spray, y'all know these bustas in my way
Ak's spraying that jays off the roof, cat
And where i'm from muthafucka, it's like that
So don't tripa as we wreck through your muthafuckin set
And mr. bustas is gettin' they fuckin shirts wet
Niggas fallin' and dyin', rat-tat-tat is what i'm replyin'
Some thought i was lyin' but on the late nights i'm spyin'
About to pop this fool, his bitch start cryin'
But would you stop cryin' miss, before i dry your tears with my fist
Niggas better try to feel me, though
It's the committee and bo for the 9-4, stompin' in them steel toes
[chorus]
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
Fool, i just don't give a fuck
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
[verse 2: agerman]
Comin' back at ya, with that flowamatic funk, gotta gat ya
Rat-a-tat-tat ya, leave you in the rapture
With some niggas with a style gettin' bigger
My flow's the bullet, my pen is the gun and i'm about to pull the trigger
So pop pop, another nigga drop, will i stop
I don't know cause they be lovin' when your nigga flow
One-nine-nine-four, got my foot in the door
Got my five plus four, got my givin' a fuck about that hoe attitude
I'm a rude dude, niggas talkin' a gang of shit
Still ain't got no shit to prove, my shit is in the making
Fry niggas like some bacon, with this shit we can't be fakin'
Try to take my style but it's already taken
So bob your head to this flowamatic nine shit
When you hear the mic, you wanna say, them niggas hella sicc
Because we do what we wanna do and never miss
I like to rap that nine and kick that shit like this
I gotta throw, fuck a dread, leave in your shirt bloody red
Two in your head, now you dead nigga, enough said
[verse 3]
I'm psycho like no other muthafucka
So back up off these nuts, [?] my uzi into your guts
Another hit from the supreme king, street knowledge preacher
Down with the desert eagle, droppin' the shit like a seagull
[?] the song, we creepin' that dome, hit they dough, went to they home
[?] the scratch [?] the mac, run out the back, jack is on
Muthafuckas be [?]
Gettin' they whole grill stumped in, gettin' they gold teeth stole
That's how it is when the dough's down, jack quick
I'm cockin' my uzi up under your nuts, about to blow your dick
And i'll be damned if i don't get mines
2pac and [?] got theirs, and i'm gettin' mines nine times out of ten
So go around, tell daddy that here come them men
Mean mugs, hoppin' out of drops, on them gold rims
[chorus]
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show
(oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)