Artist: Dr. Ama f/ Haxaw, R.B.I.
Album:  Sex, Crime & Audiotape
Song:   The W.E.
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Chorus 2X: samples]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap (Haxaw)
And I'm about to murder cats (Haxaw)
And I'm about to murder cats (Haxaw)

[Haxaw]
Ya'll don't know Hax', not yet, until I let the glock spit
Lose a couple rounds on your cockpit
Have you on some swerve shit, then blow out your tires
Buddhas hitting off the curve flip, slide in my ride and just splurge quick
I'm nervous, not me, I have you meeting who you worship
My slugs is the worsest, put bitch niggas in herses
Ain't no second chances, you getting hit, you get my weapons blasting
I take lives, I ain't asking
You thugging once you hear the lights, cameras, action
I wake up to so much shit, breakfast to me's an aspirin
And a cup of water, quick to serve a cup of slaughter
Slap out your wifey wit a lump of quarters
Wild regardless, beat you down, something gorgeous
Barehand and a cordless, I don't give a fuck who recording
Take your belongins, later I'm having the hood auction
I treat the streets like a corner store
Rap caught a saw, and I eat MC's raw like a carnivore

[Chorus 2X: samples]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap (Dr. Ama)
And I'm about to murder cats (Dr. Ama)
And I'm about to murder cats (Dr. Ama, Ama)

[Dr. Ama]
The young spliffidy black, born with the odds stacked against me
Shakes on, spawn female pawns, prone to tempt me
For the love of math, chose past much harder
Father resent me, hoes still I squeeze down gently
Watch how all of my proximity empty
Brandish the burner, vacate the premisise
Jake face no blemishes, ya'll know who the menace is
Poppy to, die, hug the blocks, play the streets like a prostitute
Split the dutch down, steam the lobster too
No obstacle, my team, get bread when possible
True G's, whenever cops persue, homey we out to shoot
Spread lead like a topical, pop shit
Then we poppin' too, come wit more heat, then the tropicals
Better off finding Christ like Mase did, what you definitely is race kid
Catching court cases from big faces
Ya'll niggas don't wanna face this, believe that

[Chorus 2X: samples]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap (R.B.I.)
And I'm about to murder cats (R.B.I.)
And I'm about to murder cats (R.B.I., Risky Business)

[R.B.I.]
When I think, I take walks, spark in the park after midnight
Instead of blowing my top, I get right
Keep my shit til I die, holding this mic
When I'm 80, I be putting up a fight
Got a chip on my shoulder, somebody should of told y'all
I'm Risky, and my Business, is to fold ya
Off from the dead, the serpent in the rainbow
I look different, and I ain't even change clothes
Smoke an ounce of pain to the brain, that's life
Whatever it takes to get this right, I seen the light
And I'm back, a magnet to the facts
Born to commit, criminal acts, Mr. Felony
Fully engaged in the streets, put a stage on your block
Bringing the heat, moving units from here to Belize
You in the way, you rolling over niggas and we burying them deep

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