I Just Might - C-Mob, T Rock

And you tell’em what I’ll do…

I might just snap…

Body everybody…

Or I might just let the bullshit ride…

So niggas need to quit fuckin' with niggas, cause they don’t know what the fuck

be on niggas minds you know what I’m sayin'?

Ain’t no tellin' what I’m on…

I can bring you to the pits of hell nigga…

Or I might just be your guardian angel…

(Let's get 'em!)

I just might spas out on a nigga within the mental sicker than the brain and

bring rap to pain in the sinister

I deminest you sucka niggas within the?

shitters?

with more blood and gore than

a Steven King cinema

In the city of Atlanta Im the senator

Hey somebody over there see the perimeter

Even when hated by many niggas get the sour taste in their mouth like vinegar

Kamikaze you choppin a Maserati, and hit em with the nine and leave their

bodies cold like thermometers

I don’t really think you wanted with the punisher and my gun go off and blow

like a harmonica

I’m fuckin' with niggas, who fuckin' with killers, who flickin' the triggers,

and bustin' on niggas in broad day light

Im a serengeti and yall niggas are sanitarian don’t know about beef what it

taste like

I’m shootin and ain’t percise with the chopper I am surgical I put holes inside

your convertible

I leave a nigga bloody body on curb, turn vertical

The prisoners of war never merciful

Better wills, say you’d better get you kids and kiss your baby momma goodbye

You could be sick so even one of the five

If you fuckin' with me and my nigga, then someone of you’ll die

Because you think you a player, you set up a traitor, and set up a cam,

before the midnight

I had to erase em, I had em with haters and war games we carry em and tell 'em

bring a switch knife

Y’all niggas ain’t built like us

Nigga it’s that real life stuff

If a nigga start shit that he know he can’t finish then he run and he still

likes us

(I just might) walk up to a nigga all night in the club and then just swing

(I just might) have a drink with a nigga ride cause you know we can built the

(I just might) let a few shots off to let a nigga know that I ain’t no punk

(I just might) say fuck that shit smoke a blunt ball off keep K in the trunk

(Ain't no tellin' what I’m on)

Tell’em that I just might, keep it to the urge to pull the trigger of the

pistol, clutch tight, bust right

You give out orders, while your momma cryin' tellin her that you must fight

Fuck light, let the darkness take me

I have been smellin a carcass lately

Drivin' me to be heartless crazy

Feelin' like I’m finna rip apart Miss Daisy

Then again I’m sellin pimpin the weapon

I step it like Tekken jacked with the fisticuffs

You don’t wanna start drama in the midst of us

Because I just might bust if I’m pissed enough

You don’t know what’s goin' on inside of my mind, and you don’t wanna take a

roll at the dice

Just might be colder than ice

Very unforgiving, you’re willing to sold your soul to the christ

Holdin' a knife and other counter weaponry the rain are

Checkin me Im finna open you like sesame

Guns with accessories, I got a mess of these, and if your stressin' me,

I just might murder to the death of me

Ain’t no referee

The devils pressin' me to kill

Evil beckons me and also I’m so sickeningly ill

God if your obsessing me, if you blessin me I will

Been on extasy techa nina peel

So when ya come at me, you’d better be direct, cause you don’t know what I’m

capable of

You’d better hope I’m calm like I’m takin' a drug

Or I might jump out put a step in the mud

I’m a man on a mission, if you blockin' my path, I guarentee that I’ma bust

right through

So ya better back-pack

Ain’t no tellin' what I’m on, ain’t no tellin' what I just might do

Give me one reason to blast

Now I’ma let a nigga have it with this ho and leave em in the trash

Let the fly that hella alot niggas smellin everytime they whips right past

Bootleg Ima fishing with the flow

How do the northern Canadians sled with no snow

C-Mob told me to ride so lets go

Gettin' money like Diego would

How many niggas you know, can take an ounce and sew up a whole town

I’ll be comin' with the thousand pounds

All of the governess with some coffee grounds

Bussin with something that shootin at least a hundred rounds

Y’all niggas playin', but I’m not fuckin' around

Police comin' to get the shells off the ground the women be leavin the house

right now

Fuck these niggas, I’m ready to bomb, on everybody in the compound

With the full pound, 13 rounds, Bootleg I’ll be fuckin around

I’m a nigga with nothin' to lose

Matter of fact I might blow you out of the shoes

Police searchin' and lookin for clues, momma on the news, surrounded by camera

crews

Hit the bitch if she be layin' on the couch with ya

Kill the kids, them hoes in the house with ya

Y’all niggas ain’t heard about a murdered bitch

Laugh on the spot and take the crown bitches

I know you bitch niggas here, heard about real G’s

Take a tooth to Arizona tell us what ya need

When you get the backpack filled with the C.O.D

If you ever come short, well you’ll D.I.E