Monster (feat. Mitchy Slick & Key Loom)

In the nighttime, I don't write rhymes I killa Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala Don't be caught at the bus stop with no weapons Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then fucked if a nigga bust in your section I'm from the west coast where you never know when's your death day Blood niggas, and Crip niggas, and eses with the Little niggas thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and shit Everybody said "Fuck everybody" so now everybody put to sleepin' shit Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me I could be alone by myself, but I still represent for the All stay lit for the brainsick Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too Oh yeah we got eses too Oh yeah we got too Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too Motherfuckas that'll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya Niggas who ain't ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is: "Nigga you a monster" Everybody said "Fuck everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' shit From under the bed Teeth up in your back Everybody said "Fuck everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' shit Behind you in the dark Reaper to the max Everybody said "Fuck everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' shit From under the bed Teeth up in your back Everybody said "Fuck everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' shit (If flesh is best when bloody) Make a mess, and yes it's funny You are death the rest are running Your a monster () It's reloading and relocating Stay strap down with some shit that'll cave your face in They try to knock me down, but I won't fall Catch your ass in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off They say you blessed, and you're here for a reason I say "yup, yeah I know that's to leave theses niggas bleedin'" Ain't no passes, just hundred round drums and caskets get burnt to ashes Block monster Yeah I'm that double cinnamon rolls for you don't-knows Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose That's why I'm Better ask the streets if I'm a motherfucking rap nigga And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that bitch () Cuz where I be at avenue with It's scary walking to school where there's dudes with blue flags Come through and clack-clack at any nigga standing around when the shit Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double O-D Rob Zombie like shit, Stephen King'll that's a urban survival tip Labeled a terrorist Can't get a job, can't leave the town, so a nigga's bound to Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a bitch So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness Cuz it's hard being around niggas that act like