100 Yard Dash

[Intro]

Everybody get the fuck down now

Soul in the building

Yeah, we taking everything

Everything you got

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Hit the deck I need everything you possess

I suggest you cooperate for this test

Giving you a doctor to operate

You complicate my scheme to get rage

I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit

When the chips get low, my fifth just blow

Anything that I could par, come about that, dog

There's money to be made

And if you got it I'm taking it

Shred it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

You've got I leave more than a rash

I'm coming for your ass

Please hand me the cash

Cause when I'm down on my last

I gotta re-up fast

Point me to your stash

Don't make me say it again

Before I lay you with Breaking Benjamin, Franklin and them

Frankly I'm a menace

In fact I'm ready to blast

So whatever you got, run it

Like a 100 yard dash

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Coming for you

Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in

You would get pulled out

Like my dick in these women when I'm feeling bust

Don't test my clout

Her execution is a must, no doubt

For the longest niggas have been taking my kindness for weakness

But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it

Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire

Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire

I arose from the dark to claim everything you own

And there's nothing between us but opportunity in this crone

It don't take a genius to know that I mean this

So any up before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada

Nigga

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

You've got I leave more than a rash

I'm coming for your ass

Please hand me the cash

Cause when I'm down on my last

I gotta re-up fast

Point me to your stash

Don't make me say it again

Before I lay you with Breaking Benjamin, Franklin and them

Frankly I'm a menace

In fact I'm ready to blast

So whatever you got, run it

Like a 100 yard dash

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

Wild with it

Pistol whip whoever's in the house with it

Call the cops

Tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it

Gimme the goods, gimme the hand me downs

Tell your wife to pull her panties down

I need those too

What you gon' do?

Don't jeopardize your life

Put a nigga hard body made of cement

Plus I'm loaded like this clip

Offered the C grams

Get you on the floor like granite, granite

Your granny watching

I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em

Better believe it

My head is sort of off, shit

I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping

God forgive him for this long arm

Like pimping the cars horn

But times is hard hard

And I gotta eat

Gimme the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks

Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes

Gimme your stocks, your barns, your blunts, your bones, your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly

You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly

That's dead wrong

So I'm heavy like Chris Waters

Regardless, you're getting stuffed up, pussy

Like a tampon with a handgun, push me

But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam

And it wouldn't miss a thing