Scrilla Vic - Don't Mess With Mines Lyrics
Don’t try the V, dude. I’ll knock you back to yesterdayStackin’ up the chips, I got the resume & better payLet it spray! The itchy, trigger finger killerAll about my 24’s, candy paint & spinners.Spinners. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time, don’t mess with mines!Num Na Num Na Num Num Num NumNumber one winner in this *****, so game overWith a foot up in your ass, cuz you fools ain’t J HovahAnd six feet deep. I’m laughin’ at your epitaph.Spittin’ on your site. Bullshittin’ with your wife.Cold *****in’ on your peeps when I take it to the streetsTearin’ out they hearts. What I conquers, what I keepMy knuckles and my forty leave scars upon your foreheadMore dead drug out from my basement than the county morgueThe county swore that they’d find me sniffin’ white linesBullets with they name’s on ‘em, only thing they’ll findI’m primetime for lifetime, tearin’ up the sceneWith a mean mug, middle finger up and bunch of crispy cremeCrispy Crème. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time, don’t mess with mines!Let’s jam like Smuckers, with a dead-eye for the suckasI straight up getcha open then I prove I’m not a blufferTougher than platinum, I’m battin’ Um a thousandYa mouthin’ off? Think you got the bomb? Already set it off!Already set it off. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time, don’t mess with mines!Limbs blown, fire and brimstone, you stepIt’s like ya J’s sewn together, punks be trippin’ foreverI approach systematically, dramatically, I take you outGrammatically, it’s sad to see you served up so emphaticallyEratically you try to tactically maneuverBut you’re just a showcase and V be like the LourveSmoother - Cuz I’m the shit I’ll leave ya ass irregularExceterum, etcetera, my rhetorics ahead of ya’Time. Punks know I’m punchin’ chronologicalsCuz I’m…handin’ out lessons on impressin’Real substance and style, I step to the mic and turn it outYou want yours? Well, here’s mine….in ya’ mouth!In ‘ya mouth. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time, don’t mess with mines!I deal MC’s death, but I get away with murderCat’s with 9 lives who snarl up get gnarled up Get that pretty face rearranged like nip/tuckWe can also take it to the hood and get buckGet buck. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time don’t mess with mines!You ain’t original like cloned irobotsWomen get hyphy cuz my crib’s an I-go spotBack of the club – you see parking lot pimpin’Well I pimp the pimps and lease out the womenDraped in linen, luxuriously lacedExcellent, extravagant, extraordinary tasteFace the facts man, you can’t deal with the factsI ride out in my whip and let the top relaxI’m big time ballin’, cuz I shatter the glassStill whoopin’ things up while I’m whoopin’ your ass Matter of fact I get the last laugh and dashCuz your girl chose me and threw your ring in the trash. Too bad!Too bad. Check it.I ain’t the hood’s best or dopeboy freshBut at the same time, don’t mess with mines!
