Action Packed
| Title | Action Packed |
|---|---|
| Artist | AP. 9 |
| Album | Headshotz |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Intro: Big Wen & AP. 9] Bishop, let ya big cousin tell ya Why I fuck with ya nigga (Why man?) I see a lot of you in me playboy (Okay) It all goes back to '95 When you flipped that mustard orange (Uh huh) Fifty on three times gold on niggas (Yeah) I knew you was a hustlin'-ass, gettin' money-ass Nigga like myself(I'm a hustler nigga, that's me and my hustle) Ap.9 you follow your predecessor before you (That's right) Quinn, C-Bo, (Quinn)2Pac (Bo) And became a Mob Figa ('Pac, yeah) I followed my predecessors (You did) Lucky Luciano (That's right) Alphonse Capone and Carlos Escobar (Mafia niggas) And became a mafioso general (Uh huh) A lot of niggas is goin' to say That nigga Wen and ap9 is stuntin' and frontin' (Fuck that) So you hatin' ass niggas who still can't believe it (Hell yeah) Do yourself a favor and ask somebody before you fuck yourself off (Check it out) Because I'm through talkin' nigga It's a done deal (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1: AP. 9] Once again I stay action packed, action packed with a gat Snatchin' niggas ice off they neck, wit no respect they gettin' whacked When I roll, slow, (Slow whoa whoa whoa) Like whoa Out the window wit' a Calico and own Knockin' a patch up off yo dome (Fuck yo' dome) Patch out yo punk ho (Ho) She on the track tryna get yo' scratch, now I know That it's a fact I must react for my military niggas up in the cemetery Been buried since seventeen, niggas that died for AP neen Know what I mean? The murder scene, helicopters and choppers Them dead bodies from the house done finally caught him No ambulance, the coroner came another nigga that lost his First, middle and last name got took up out the game My entourage we don't duck it, dodge we buck nigga (Bla, bla, bla blaow) Lung stop til you rippin' [?] Ridah be don juan, as I beat down twiners [?]----- Like my figga [?] [?]----- check his dust One to the head, head is what I took The birth of a crook I wrote the book and I quote it Took one look and niggas don't know It was me, I'm certified in this shit twice I lived a mob life I'll be damned if I don't go and hit mob I'm action packed You might also like[Chorus:] I got guns galore I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war From here to New york These niggas know what I have in store Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna When my killers run up on ya We fought to ends of the unholy Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly (Don't be playin' with this mothefucka right here) Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law And the government sucks [?] [Verse 2:] You know Franky he packin' crazy chain reaction Led blast in my enemies with m16's Bottom ashers, gun [?] out of cars stay splashin' Rushed with all the jaw smackin' Like you got some'n on the lord experience a forewarning Niggas heads into the floor, abducted and never seen no more It's a jungle in the streets straight wild to the core Puttin' sluts on all fours, from Cali to New York Rippin' ho's and cats like bottles of [?] Cross over yo' hips with the magnum clips Like basketball courts Crushin' force or stayed drugged out Reppin' bay to New York Niggas sleep, I thought that they wake With judge birds in they face Fuckin' wit the apes, I'm just a luni mothafucka from the gate That'll hustle ya dome, have you fucked up in the head Wonder what the hell went wrong As you catch heatwaves from the chrome, screamin' leave me alone Yeah punk, now we hear the bitch in ya tone Scattered ya bones, on a murder case lyrical sherlock holmes My mans AP. 9 was shot in his spine With the nastiest line mobbed out life full of robberies and ill crimes A devious nigga high style personal in the minds Gettin' dumped behind the dumpster by a quarter to five My committee forever turn the scene shitty Slappin Benny Hills for half a mil As [?] you know the god, Jon Doe on the low remain calm Mothafucka [Chorus] I got guns galore I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war From here to New york These niggas know what I have in store Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna When my killers run up on ya We fought to ends of the unholy Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly (Don't be playin' with this motherfucka right here) Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law And the government sucks [?] [Verse 3: AP. 9] Since a young adolescent I had a smith and Wesson Moved to a fully auto, [?] I don't go nowhere without mines I give niggas a cold stare before I hit thet gold mine I put my strap on niggas like Velcro because I hold mine with both hands I fears no man, not even conan I specialize in bank heists and white collar crimes Livin' my life like a robber from bay to N.Y. (New York nigga) Bitch niggas [?] no movie to show it Ain't no sitcom, I roam the streets with a backpack and a crack shack And the fact that, that I black back (Blap blap blap) Put him in a coma, let him know that he's a goner He was fuckin' with a loner He was told once P Nitty made a soldier [?] That's how my mail came and I'm still the same In the game, fuck the fame, one to the brain so fuck you mayn How could a nigga trust a bitch nigga mayn I'm action packed [Chorus:] I got guns galore I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war From here to New york These niggas know what I have in store Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna When my killers run up on ya We fought to ends of the unholy Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly (Don't be playin' with this mothefucka right here) Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law And the government sucks [?] |