Comethazine - Riddle

[Intro] Grow up, nigga (Yeah, we with it nigga) (Yeah, we did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by) (We with it nigga) Bitch, yeah [Chorus] Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by We with it nigga, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him Bitch I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle [Verse] I don't got no time for yo' ass, you ain't my type Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight This 10 inch, this very long stick, that's what your bitch like A bitch nigga, a man who act like hoe, that's what I dislike A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a bitch life [Chorus] Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by We with it nigga, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him Bitch I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MAC's out, it sing his ass a riddle