Mr. Sawed-off Leatha Face Mr. Sawed-off Leatha Face It's the nigga that pack that witcha's jump an gets tha pump
Yeah nigga ya figure ya bigger, well nigga come on an get ya some
I see and I snoop nigga
Get up in ya with a vengeance
In the morning daily collision, lets get started Wanna contend them, cause the rawest niggas is in here
And I been here, the start that I should let it be known
Fo-Fo closed so ya tryin' to run up on my dope Fo-Fo gon' blow all ya brains out, you fuck with tha wrong one
You wit tha nigga that's gon' shoot back and I'm Pap and I'm gon' run
Nigga get outta my path
I'm mad you fuckin' up everything
Yeah niggas with rifles ready to snipe you
Committed by Leatha Face, bang bang bang
Ya dead now, deceased with hater'z
Ya layin' in the red now leakin' like crazy
So fuck wit me, fuck wit me, come with me, run with me
Got tha guts to be a thug nigga
Mr. Sawed-off Leatha Face Underground
Fuck around and catch a murder case
Fuckin' wit tha murda-man
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya
Fuck em, I'm talking bout niggas that used to be down with this, but stumbled
And most of the niggas they ain't around cus they can't hustle
Fact to me they struggle, get rid of the flab Niggas I got me some muscle now, we pumped and ready to rumble
What did you come for
If you niggas ain't ready for war, then what you got guns for
If you niggas ain't ready to put em up, what the fuck you say you thug for
And once more, I'd advise your ass
Had to get caught in a scuffle
Cus more than a couple of fellas
They get rough or we step in a mud hole
Things ain't changed, the game
Hang up in a nigga pain, bang the nigga rain Hang wit tha killer clan
Straight out of the jungle
Went to the homey, can see me up here
Kickin' it with the thug niggas drinkin' beer
Oh, oh oh yeah
So you can chill wit tha bullshit talking (talking)
They just be talking ain't none of them niggas walking (walking)
So you best to keep it cool before I show ya Mr. Sawed-off
And your jury, take it all on
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya.
Now some of these niggas claimin' they gon' bust when it all goes down
That the nigga wit tha loudest mouth be the first to get one in a straight jacket
Little straight habbit nigga, I ain't laughin'
I let my Fo-Fo do my braggin'
I came to party baby, as soon as I hit that body, baby
A straight jacket and a mac is all I'm needin' for this
We leave em still unrecognized in a ditch, ya bitch
Leatha Face and straight jacket Underground, oh shit
Both sides, all sides, we gotsta get this shit
Now bout to murder one you don't wanna test on
They shoot don't lose ya front
Ya trippin' you can rest and you might get to know me, but really ya won't
Ya might get one of ya roll, but ya can't
Ya might think I won't bust, but really I will
Just trust me, I will
Only them niggas that bust to roll with us
Only them niggas that's bringin' tha blunts can smoke with us
Only them niggas that's keeping it rough (what)
Can shoot with nuffin' to lose
Better believe when we bring it to
We gonna get at you (get at you, get at you)
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya
My 12 gauge and Leatha Face is all I'm needin' for this
Don't be fuckin' wit tha killer, killer, killer
Before I leave tha scene I'm guarnteed to leave em bleedin' to this
Don't make me kill ya
Straight off the Mutha-Fuckin' streets of Clevland, Ohio
East 99 from St. Clair
A couple of real true thug ass niggas
Mr. Sawed-off Leatha Face, eliminating all you fake ass niggas
Don't fuck around, run yo mouth and get ya head blown off, bitch

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