Reservoir Dogs Lyrics

Mega:

I give a fuck if your rep is hard

You follow suit like a deck of cards

Have ya body laying in a reservoir

Want beef with who?

You snitchin' I'ma eat your food

Cuz you pushin' keys while singin' just like Alicia do

This villian is wheelin' and dealin' the raw

He only pop his tags cuz he steal it from stores

You feelin' me whore, naw I'm not the average, I'm a rider

You can tell in my karats a fabric of my fiber

Paid In Full, not Cam or 'Khi Phifer

Rounds clap, drown, you rat like Pied Piper

Style Adidas, who wild as he is

Handle AKs like we Al Qaeda

We just keep out Berettas cocked

Look you can get a shot

Settin' what in a block, Mega's not gettin' locked

I get it forever and never will my terrorists stop

Understand that Anthrax through your leatherbox

I rock and groove with opera music

Have some mobsters do shit, do not confuse it

The Coupes is vicious, abuse these bitches

I Fruity Pebble the sweater, now it's Coogilicious

Niggaz

Mayhem:

I glide in the jeep, rims grind in the street

Met Killa and Jim Jones, I got signed in a week

So fuck them other crews who be rhyming for beef

My.9s got Cruel Intentions like Ryan Phillippe

Kickin' off white, Blood, did you make up your life

Only peace you bring is when you breakin' up fights

We takin' the flights, brother I'm supposed to shine

You speakin' of 6 digits, mines is close to 9

Cuz I'm so raw, both hard and a record
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If it's war, like a postcard, I'll address it

I'm respected, keep talkin' reckless

Or May'll bring the beef to your yard like domestics

Now chicks rush the squad

They can all see the watch from far, haha

I won't front life, certified G is my blood type

With the game I'ma shine on the game like flood pipes

Ru spits:

Mufuckas is sick, don't think Spits the shit

Yeah I rap but I got another brick to flip

Man my trap money long like a Christmas list

Blow 100 bars straight while I hit the piff

Yeah it's Ru and the U.N.

We land hwere they won't let your crew in

Y'all niggaz wanna live what we doin'

Come against us you gon' get your rep ruined

Spits in the Jag with the temporary tags

'06 shit makin' 'em very mad

Hit the mall, hop out with heavy bags

Remember me, same kid with the Montero

Way beyond ghetto, quick to palm metal

One way or another, bet the drama gets settled

See I'm comfortable with taking it to another level

Then I fall back, get high off a few spliffs

I just put it in the ear like a toothpick

Been nice since Fight Dog and Q-Tip

Had every hood like who the fuck is Ru Spits

Fish market niggaz tryna get on some new shit

You can bullshit with rap if you want

Yeah I lay my shit down, I'll be back in a month

Got a itty bitty town outside the city miles

And you wouldn't believe what I charge for the pound

This is street literature, reach and get rid of ya

Toast raw, you be ghost dog like Whitaker

What, muthafucka