No More Brains

I'm loccing up on you busters
 Bitch made Nigga's in the game gettin' crossed
 When I floss with my Nine I'm in range
 No more brains. You kinda like fucked with your strap tucked
 Under your Khak's on your back, you go tryin' to duck
 Another victim had to stick him with the dandy mate
 SK start spittin' got it rippin' off the candy paint
 Another tragedy so gangsta' don't get mad at me
 Because you wanted funk and I brought it to your family
 You Nigga's can't handle me when I'm flashin' showin' chrome
 Got the M-I Carbine cocked blowin' Domes
 The war zone and I ride up in the center, strike
 And poppin' them clips tryin' not to slip and get hit with life
 And I'm on a mission can't be slippin' when I'm dishin' shells
 Cus if I do I might be through until my soul bails
 So many soldiers fake, so they break and they bodies shake
 The yellow tape is all it take to know we ain't no Grape
 Another Nigga served face down on the curb
 With a MAC spit his back split and paralyze his nerve
 That's how it is, skulls crack leavin' Nigga's dead
 All you see is that dead G, R.I.P. Hella brains and Bloodshed
 It's goin' down so pack your hollow tips and extra clips
 Cus when its on its do or die if you wanna slip
 Round 2, straps cap in a mist of violence
 Nigga's be slippin', chests be rippin' left in eternal silence
 Nigga's be swearin' that they hardcore
 Reachin' for they .44 and get they backs pent up on that car door
 I'm creepin' up from behind with the black TEC
 His heart flew to the left when I blew his spine through his chest
 Another mind died blindside young killin'
 It ain't no feelin' signed off and smoke him up like villains
 My strap is peelin' any Nigga that think he willin'
 Already made that decision or had a feelin' for no longer livin'
 That's how I think, put you on your back before you blink
 Fuck the enemy, pop the Hennessy and take a drink
 And now I'm gone in the zone feelin' half dead
 Hold a pump up out the window leavin' bodies half red
 Point blank range straps sang callin' for your brains
 Niggas get banged then they heart beat start to change
 Pleadin' for help but your mark ass homies already broke
 Bangin' ain't no joke, leave your stranded at the end of the rope
 It ain't no hope for you mark ass Nigga's with no stripes
 Busters ain't no factor, you just another took life
 Slippin' is the way ya mark, so they pistol whipped in the dark
 Lock him in the trunk for the bark, slap the old school out of park
 That's how it is when it's on catch these R.I.P's
 Stay out my path or get blasted by this Highland's G