No More (Gangsta Blac)

First Verse (Gangsta Blac): No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut No more of my time to waste No more pre-judgin' my face Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday 'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death No more of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it ourself 'cause it's ???, or try to camoflauge me Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B" No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more What's in store? Me and my onlys make it known it's no more NIGGA!!!!!! Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly): (Gangsta Blac) No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin' No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil 'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 'cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D NIGGA!!!!!!!!! (Playa Fly) Flizy just can't take no more Overboard I'm bout to go Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before Seven, nine of ninety-eight Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' over broken hearts Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down First the A and four and one Who's the one be wantin' some? Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith So hit the horn, keep goin' man Blac & Flizy in demand No more Flizy can stand So smashin' power like a windows man NIGGA!!!!!!!