Nightmare On Shush Street
• Written by Big_RESS
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
Big_RESS's Notes
Once again if the mix sounds bad I made it like that cuz I thought it would suit the beat more. This is also the first song I made with my alter ego G-Funkshin in it.
AREHHHH PESAAARRR
Freakin longass churros
Goin all gangsta on this one
Watch out little BITCH
Started wit trial and error
And ended up in a world of terror
It was gettin less and less fairer
So I got jaded
They know better
My crib neva been raided
Times when I was faded
Like a faded nightmare
Cuz I don’t even care
Niggas like me are too rare
Flow like a secret weapon
But I ain’t even reppin
Chillin in hell’s basement
Feelin no replacement
YA CANT take it from me
Cuz that’s what I wanna be
Shady hoods on a street coner
Feelin like a loner
Yeah man I did dirt
And every day I get hurt
But then I shrug it off
Burnt down the flag
Cuz that stands for a fag
I’m tha nightmare so SHUSH
Always in a rush
Sorry! They don’t even blush
Left wit one eye open
When my wrist was swollen
And now I’m straight Noscopin
When you ride round Shush Street
Don’t miss a fuckin beat
Cuz u could get burnt by the heat
And I ain’t talkin bout no jakes
These Shush niggas ain’t fakes
Da real G’s that Iran makes x2
Dealin wit instability
Feelin no humility
Hard to face reality
To the best of my ability
That’s how I’m livin
Gun in ya mouth
So ya ain’t breathing
I’m a goddamn heathen
Watchin movies wit da fisheye
I’m sneakin in
Bitch I’m shy
I wanna know why
Too bad it’s hard to get by
By the way I’m too emotional
But I’m super official
Gotta be mo social
Hearts too cold for that
Rob yo ass wit a bat
All these bars I can’t get out
Tha pigs here I’m freakin out
Bout time I fuckin shout
Yeah I'm bout it
Even though I was routed
Pop out when you least expect it
Now they won't suspect it
Cuz it looks too hard ya know
The case might have to go
Cuz it's a nightmare yo
Straight from the get-go (yeah yeah)
And—
When you ride round Shush Street
Don’t miss a fuckin beat
Cuz u could get burnt by the heat
And I ain’t talkin bout no jakes
These Shush niggas ain’t fakes
Da real G’s that Iran makes x2
I feel real Cutthroat
For this I gloat
I ain't on no horror shit
Niggas tryna get hit
Hate the way shit's gone for me
I don't deserve this Ima G
Fuck you America
Stop screwing thugs ova
Down to put hands on you
Cuz I spit real true
It ain't nuttin new
Ya get it bitchass
I ain't crass
Strike hard at the dead of night
When no one suspects the plight
So when my dad started to shout
I hit him, didn't knock him out
Then he ran away
I thought he'd fight back so I moved astray
I gotta stand tall and take it on
Out at the cracka dawn
Wit my boi
For tha guilty joy
Ya feel me man
Now i feel deadpan
All of a sudden fam (all of a sudden fam)
I be goin ham
Ya ever ran a scam
I was ten toes
But wit no hoes
I don't wanna doze
When you ride round Shush Street
Don’t miss a fuckin beat
Cuz u could get burnt by the heat
And I ain’t talkin bout no jakes
These Shush niggas ain’t fakes
Da real G’s that Iran makes x2
I'm one half of the nightmare
But we ain't in cahoots
I'm bringin my roots
Harder than metal boots
I be comin heavy
Wit a real bevy
Need some ZO 2's
Dis knife I wanna use
Bombarded by tha blues
Kill yo ass
Then go to lil scissors
So it'll take wizards
U just fucked around
This Nightmare
takin over ya town
Yo fammy gon crash down
As long as we run the town
I function like a G
Dis life already chose me
It's evident
Tryna live in tha present
Keepin it real to be relevant
My voice suits dis beat tha best
I'll let tha DJ do tha rest
