Violent Too $hort (Ft. Mistah F.A.B.)

[Intro: Too $hort]
Ay, F.A.B., mayne, what’s going on out here, nigga?
Niggas out here robbing niggas
Running up on niggas, knocking niggas down, nigga
Niggas is not taking no shit out here in the Bay, mayne
It’s like real muthafuckin’ crazy right now, nigga
Rap niggas, street niggas, square niggas
Niggas is getting real out here
What’s going on here, F.A.B.?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I said this drink in my cup got feeling violent
This pill that I popped got me feeling violent
This thang on my hip got me feeling violent
(“Hi, kids, do you like violence?”)
Your bitch kinda wet, looking like an island
She on something, I can see her eyelids
Keak tryna tell me ‘bout some shit that I did
I’m getting juiced and I’m feeling violent

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Nigga, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout getting kicked out this club
Every nigga that I’m with ‘bout to turn the fuck up
C.T. on the beat, man, you know that shit slap
That’s your freak on the beat ‘bout to make her ass clap
Give a fuck he gets mad—pussy nigga, do something
You a sucka, you a sissy, you ain’t ‘bout to nothing
You a Cookie, I’m a Lucious; Eazy-E, bitch, I’m Ruthless
We go stupid like it’s still ’06, you a doofus, bitch, you’re useless
After I fuck, man, I call that bitch a Uber
I’ll slide on your squad like a kid on a scooter
And your bitch on my dick from the rooter to the tooter
You an Internet thug, you only hard on a computer
Fuck your bitch then I boot her, bust one on her hooters
Leave her in the Boondocks, Aaron McGruder
Shrunk up like a tutor, act like I never knew her
I leave a punk bitch on ice like a cooler