Slippin'

[MJG]

I'm sick of, here come the niggas with blue steel

Maybe them niggas don't let you slide, maybe they will

I'm sending back slugs to niggas that wanna creep

The killer tried taking me thinking I was asleep

MJ, don't give a fuck what they say

You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day

Ain't no motherfucker takin' the shit I worked fo'

See that's the reason niggas get killed and hurt though

Occupation is none, that nigga wanna get a gun

Run up and try to get me lay down and get done

Weak bitch, I ain't got no time for cheap tricks

I'm looking through ya shit, I'm able to peep quick

Don't say that, dribble the niggas that try to fade me

First fucking possible chance they wanna blaze me

Niggas who real and wanna continue living

Put a cap in they ass if they try to catch you slippin'

[Hook]

They want ya money

They caught ya slippin' baby

They're gonna take it away from you, it's true

They saw ya coming

They got ya running and

Pulled out they're weapons, what are you gonna do

[SKIT: Woman setting up man for a jack]

Damn baby it's raining harder than a motherfucker

Hurry up and open the door [Door unlocks and open]

Alright baby just don't slip [Door closes]

Shit, ooh it's wetter than a motherfucker, where's ya restroom

First door to the right

We still on for tonight baby

Yeah baby we still on

Oh damn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby

Thank you baby, let me go get some music on

[Door opens, music begins playing]

Come on out of the closet baby, he's in the restroom

[Door opens, *pee hitting water*]

Ahh, shit, I'ma beat the shit out this pussy tonight [Gunshot and crash]

OH SHIT!, nigga fuck you, fuck [Hit]

Give me that motherfucking piece you got on nigga

Oh shit it ain't even gotta be like this brotha, fuck that shit

Nigga I want the motherfucking Rolex

Nigga I want the motherfucking Nikes you got on, ho

Ah shit, nigga fuck this bitch you fucking with ho

Nigga give me, nigga give me what ya got

[Verse 2]

I beat em' like they daddy never did

The same punk who took it too far when we was kids

The knife got stuck in his back, slick move

You robbed another brother so what did the shit prove

You breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding

They make a sound, one hundred rounds, I'm landing five

In they chest plates, staying at home

It would've been a niggas best place

Shame to find they in a hurry for a death day

Stopping the heart of any attacker

Got his bitch wanna ride with me, don't have to ask her

Bringing action to the field whenever you niggas ready

When you hear the rubber burn, I'm hanging up out the Chevy

With a straight aim, nigga I blew em' up out the frame

Street tops scattered with tricks with false game

You can't pull me off of my toes, I'm still tippy

Now play with ya life, than try to catch a nigga slippin'

[Hook x2]