Boof Pack City Morgue

[Intro: Maniac Laughter]

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
(Yeah)
I be on streets with the TEC, leavin' shit wet
Point .40, never stress (Okay)
We be on streets with the MAC, movin’ in packs
Keepin' that Glock in the trash (Wassup)
I be on streets with a check, pokin' out chests
Point .40, never stress (Okay)
We be on the block never rest, terminate pests
Point .40, never stress (Yeah)
How you gon’ beef with a soldier?
How you gon' beef with a Cobra?
How you gon' look when we roll up? (Bang)
Watch a bitch fold up (Boom)
.45, bitch it's City Morgue we take lives
In Jamaica, still got shottas
Ya' homie look pale who shot ya?
Me nigga

[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
Pussy ass nigga what you really mad about? (Bitch)
SosMula bring the whole fuckin' bag out (Racks)
[?] black car when we cash out (Psyche)
Broke ass nigga still on a half ounce
I'ma fuck your main bitch 'til she pass out (Slide)
I’ma fuck your main bitch with her ass out (Slide)
Niggas say they livin’ what they really rap about (Fuck outta here)
Fuck this rap shit, I'm still in the crack house
Fiends come and go, try to haul me back out (Work)
Givin’ 50's and them hundreds and them 30 packs out (Work)
Get them 4's by the deuce like Jerry Stackhouse
Fuck my parole, I'm on the early, Macs out
Bodies on the stick, bring the dirty MACs out (Rrah)
Fuck around, let the whole 30 blast out (Rrah)
Bodies on the stick, bring the 30 MACs out (Blaow)
Fuck around, let the whole 30 blast out (Blaow)