Tracks
Menace to Society
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Menace to Society
MENACE TO SOCIETY
Raw dealer Quick from the hip
See the wrong gang dead eye
Lapse, leave you in the ditch
You can't win I
Kill for the thrill peal ya cap brain dent up
In da hood they know I control the crime center
Rollin' wit two clips- want ya life?
Spot ya pull clap bring the funk you die
Hot lead for a dish make a wish
With a smile Mr. End give you wings to flie- What!!
Young gunnas makin' moves take everything they own
Kidnap'em take a long ride
Ki's flipped, I move zips, get da fiends so high
Dey all hooked brain fried roamin zombie eyed
Out to get ya when the dollas come from all points
Ballin' other-side-of-towners try to set up shot
Choke 'em tear off dey joints
Conquer plunder your village and smoke trees
Cold villain to my heart trick please
'til Hell freeze..
Chorus:
Got blood on my hands
I got time to kill
I'm a Menace to Society
I'm a Menace to Society
Godzilla Think you gonna clean up da hood you gone give up
A row full of hoes for da dough
Dey buns bend up
Fire in ya veins China White
The raw venda
Rubbed the wrong way put ya in a tall blenda
Live above ya head grab the gat
Leave a bloody scene I don't care where you at
Or if ya mama's there wit ya
When these hollow points hit ya
Curtain's fallin 'n I ain't lookin' back
Slow you roll put me in a bad mood
I'll give you pain ear-to-ear grab-a-gear like I was O.J.
No tears, No fears
Few peers
Loose lips eighty sixed
Beat the murder wrap I don't play
Dey plot behind my back but they don't really want it
I get close stick ya wit my favorite knife
Ya cousin's blood stains still on it
All ya contraband seized
Bring you to ya knees
Major crime sprees 'til they bury me I'm a G!
Chorus
Sell drugs to ya nieces
Politicians follow my dolla and I'm a beast it's a
Fact if you ask about crime up in da east
My name rings loud
Haters pout
Without a doubt I'll tear ya hood to pieces
Nada thing hide ya team if I bend ya block
Leanin' out da caddi wit da double barrel shot cocked
On high grad bud
Always up to no good
Flaunt the law, man I just can't stop
I got major...
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