No Warning Lyrics

No Warning lyrics

It's the return of the real nigga wit real sh*t 
and when the smoke dies down its still a nigga left to deal wit
This mutha f**ker standin one deep solo 
exercising parts of the game but don't know
I bring it to a mutha f**ker full throttle 
and any mutha f**ker want pain I brought the full bottle
now take ya two of these and call me in the morning
three times point blank range wit no warning
Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama
and every mutha f**ker involved gon' face drama
Punk I aint no mutha f**ka rappin in song
You bust your caps when you rap 
but I bust back at your dome bit*h
And this is always all day killa
and bit*hes who be stressin me out I get rid of
I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets
walkin up on mutha f**kers and leavin 'em sleep

[Hook:]
(Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride)
But 99.9 of the times you gon' die
(Die mutha f**ker die mutha f**ker die)
Mutha f**kers crowdin my space they gon' die

I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this
but since you mutha f**kers want drama I'll bring you this shit
I got my dime down cocked and shined 
just a homie from the hood 
had the paper still I'm bout to grind
What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick
a mutha f**ker talking that sh*t but couldn't spend it-shit
I come around this mutha f**ker bending beads
and dare one of you hoes to come and f**k wit me
I'm real with it I'll warn you mutha f**kers again
that if you step to me wit ho sh*t I'm turning you in
Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory
and when you headed for hell you gon' remember me
The one MC who told you niggas once 
and after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk
I got my mind all made up to go off
when bit*hes start to threaten my life I go off
Take a walk on the wild side 
and all the coloreds go whoop whoop
when I come down in my coupe
And mutha f**kers hatin me come give it a try 
but 99.9 of the times you gon' die
wit no warnin
Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out 
No warnin -then
All fo a sudden homie blacks out
wit no warnin
And now your dealing with your outer body energy
all the pain you left in your life you still feeling me 
Everybody living must have thought it would change 
But living fast and dying young's a part of the game
How can one spit the game so sure
turned around and emptied his than 
wit no warning