Steal The Show

Country Grammar, 5m 39sec

Steal The Show
  • Steal The Show


St. Lunatics

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga

And if I got beef I let the whole world know it
So if you got beef let the whole world know it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it

Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns

I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, vocal ??? and wallabies

I smoke la like ??? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong

??? long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home

Check the background, St. Louis clown from the you-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin' they too proud

If I ruled the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd

[Chorus: x2]
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash 'bout whoopin' my ass

I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew back with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin clean through that
And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that

In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin' weak

We be Nicki ???, Jackie Frost, ??? ???
Danny Terrio, does shows to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so controllin' y'all

Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes
'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes

Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake
Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate

First you caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they goin' be late

In your house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty
I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays
Branson and hashy, ??? ??? and wrap somethin'
And burn the place, ya heard me

Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, infrared low
Tell me somethin' that I don't already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow

Got three little problems I just thought you should know
Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow

Heard through the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin' from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3
Hangin' out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"

Back the car up, pop the trunk now
Can ya hold ya breath 'cause I'm a flood this town
That ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"

[Chorus: x2]

Written by HAYNES, CORNELL / , Y
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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