Lyrics Warning Shot - C. Stylez

I ain't no industry nigga ima in the streets nigga
The only time I rest is if it's in peace nigga
Bitch ass rappers wanna diss me nigga
But they won't be satisfied til I Chris breez niggaz
Niggaz throwing shots but they missed me nigga
Mike raw on the phone screaming get these niggaz
Take it passed rap we gon hit these niggaz
Or we beat em with a bat Ken Griff these niggaz
Look It was all good just a week ago
Naw it was all good just a tweet ago
Subliminal messages but they really don't mean em tho
They don't want me to bring death grim reaper flow
I don't write rhymes I write obituaries
End ya career then send it straight to the cemetery
Suit and tie like Justin timberlake get em buried
Get booked and probably spank in the preliminary
Yeah I'm feeling myself no masturbation
When you're successful niggaz start massive hatin
But if they try me I'm riding hard no transportation
Tre pound auto clip full of cancer patients
Stick it in and start squirtin like ejaculation
Leave a donut whole in ya chest no exaggeration
Knock ya fuckin limbs off no amputation
Disappear with no trace like evaporation
Little niggaz say they riding man them bastards faking
Niggaz only catching reck in their imagination
Test niggaz like examination
Smoke dutchies to the face back to back like I'm half Jamaican
I be puffin on the power 3
You know purple haze, og kush, or the sour d
Trust me nigga you don't wanna see the other side of me
Pistol whip you make you see stars like astrology
Show up to ya block mobb deep like Prodigy
But we bringing Havoc, we'll let you have it
When it comes to bars they say that ima crazy bastard
When it come to work they say that I be making magic
Nigga!