Newz by City Morgue Lyrics
[Intro: SosMula]
Sleezy
Ewok
Fuck wrong with these niggas man?
This motherfuckin' NYC nigga
We don't do no motherfuckin' drive by's nigga
We walk the fuck up, and head tap shit
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Keep my shit on the hip
19 with a .38 rubberized grip
Bitch and if Hell find me, get some 3rd degrees
And I'll claw straight out the piss
And another thing about me, 'nother thing about Z
Shoot at me, I'll shoot at your kids
And another thing about me, 'nother thing about Z
Shoot at me, I'll blow up ya' crib, bitch
Nigga wanna contest me? (Yeah)
We ride up on pale horses (Yeah)
Nigga wanna contest me? (Yeah)
I'll ride up, drag your carcass (Yeah)
Ten hut, don't need no mask to hit ya'
Don't need no gun to get ya'
Don't need no blade to slit ya'
Still take your soul
[Bridge: ZillaKami]
.45s, .38s, deagles with the gold plates
Talking on the internet to hoes is what we can't relate
We sell blow, wipe nose, do it again next week
Talk shit, start beef, get shot, and then repeat
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
Pussy ass nigga we don't talk much nigga (Fuck outta here)
In the fistfight like the Hulkbust nigga (Bitch)
You don't type shit, with the chalk dust nigga (Blaow)
We don't drive by, do a walk-up nigga (Rrah)
Bulletproof shit, can't off us, nigga (Skrr)
Last nigga died to our crosshairs nigga (Bitch)
No internet shit, this all us nigga (Blaow)
Fuck around, shoot up your tour bus nigga (Blaow)
Pussy got the MAC (Check), with the cobra on my lap (Check)
AK47 'round my shoulder with the strap (Check)
I was in the trap with the roaches and the rats (Work)
Fifty-eight, 58th's got your mom smokin' crack (Work)
Off the heroin like I'm [?] (Mula)
Jump off the yacht do a belly flips (Sleeze)
Pussy ass niggas can't tell me shit (Fuck outta here)
Clip with the gun like a selfie stick (Rrah)
Slide on niggas like ice skate wheels (Skrr)
[?] you niggas lightweight still (Fuck outta here)
[?] with the wifi pills (Work)
See a Sleezbag with the ice tray grillz (Mula)
Sleezy
Ewok
Fuck wrong with these niggas man?
This motherfuckin' NYC nigga
We don't do no motherfuckin' drive by's nigga
We walk the fuck up, and head tap shit
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Keep my shit on the hip
19 with a .38 rubberized grip
Bitch and if Hell find me, get some 3rd degrees
And I'll claw straight out the piss
And another thing about me, 'nother thing about Z
Shoot at me, I'll shoot at your kids
And another thing about me, 'nother thing about Z
Shoot at me, I'll blow up ya' crib, bitch
Nigga wanna contest me? (Yeah)
We ride up on pale horses (Yeah)
Nigga wanna contest me? (Yeah)
I'll ride up, drag your carcass (Yeah)
Ten hut, don't need no mask to hit ya'
Don't need no gun to get ya'
Don't need no blade to slit ya'
Still take your soul
[Bridge: ZillaKami]
.45s, .38s, deagles with the gold plates
Talking on the internet to hoes is what we can't relate
We sell blow, wipe nose, do it again next week
Talk shit, start beef, get shot, and then repeat
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
Pussy ass nigga we don't talk much nigga (Fuck outta here)
In the fistfight like the Hulkbust nigga (Bitch)
You don't type shit, with the chalk dust nigga (Blaow)
We don't drive by, do a walk-up nigga (Rrah)
Bulletproof shit, can't off us, nigga (Skrr)
Last nigga died to our crosshairs nigga (Bitch)
No internet shit, this all us nigga (Blaow)
Fuck around, shoot up your tour bus nigga (Blaow)
Pussy got the MAC (Check), with the cobra on my lap (Check)
AK47 'round my shoulder with the strap (Check)
I was in the trap with the roaches and the rats (Work)
Fifty-eight, 58th's got your mom smokin' crack (Work)
Off the heroin like I'm [?] (Mula)
Jump off the yacht do a belly flips (Sleeze)
Pussy ass niggas can't tell me shit (Fuck outta here)
Clip with the gun like a selfie stick (Rrah)
Slide on niggas like ice skate wheels (Skrr)
[?] you niggas lightweight still (Fuck outta here)
[?] with the wifi pills (Work)
See a Sleezbag with the ice tray grillz (Mula)