Mortal Kombat by Big Pete And Lil Savage Lyrics

[VERSE 1: LIL SAVAGE] Hating ass niggas i feel like they after me avoiding evil but still tryna capture me still got the chopper and mac in the back of me you running the game I'm like actually teaching you kids like the staff and the faculty tryna charge me i leave them dead as a battery bitch I'm your king watch me live like your majesty i swear my whole life a catostrophy swear that I'm crazy swear that I'm stupid youngest up in it but the best to do it nigga try he'll be pushing up tulips ask that I'm guilty might be like gucci making these hits like i play for the bruins I'm turning I'm swerving tryna make these maneuvers clip bout as long as a ruler gotta black gat in the backpack niggas know I'm getting mad stacks getting mad racks show me where the cash at gotta have that make em look like a black cat wait scratch that love smoking weed i ain't gotta pass that run up in yo house show me where them racks at coke pills weed bills ima grab that all these hoes get exposed courtesy of snap chat look all of my niggas bring mack's in this bitch niggas like me must be savage as shit running the game but don't practice for shit shawty flip em like a mattress and shit moving this weight like we been in the gym seen you with 12 you be snitching with them balling and shit ain't no missing the rim these rappers my dinner I'm finished with them. [Verse 2:Big Pete] Came out the grave with a mask and a blade with a big ass blunt sitting in the ashtray taking yo bitch then we chill in my cave she popping a pill like she chill in a rave spitting that venom got blood of a snake she just a feen that got drugs in her veins yo bitch opened her mouth and she got a taste life of a pimp fiji and lean is all that i sip youngin gotta bring the hood in this shit you found in the woods under sticks this is just nonsense shout out to dark gang and all of them prophets my victory flawless lyrically flawless got yo bitch on my dick and she brawless if you enter the studio you better have caution I'm tryna elevate they wanna beat me down like solange, shit but i ray rice them leave them all lifeless spitting that viscous till the mic slit , ight shit all of these rappers spitting that light shit and I'm spitting that dope flow with mad adlibs like quasimodo from them slums with the feens with snow nose moms ghetto fabulous like loso and I'm finna run the whole globe till my backyard look like a boat show raulph hoodie i don't rock polos swagging making these rappers look soso cuz I'm leaving this legacy tremendous tendencies sounds of Houston,Miami,Tennessee never stand next to me i am special breed 3 Japanese hoes minajing that is a pedigree Hunt you pick your Hearse on Helmsley on elm street spine bust freddy to next week slash,burn competition on the next beat