Riot Maker

This song is dedicated to Brian be'zl Dennis And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villains Real Riot Makers. This one right here's for the Riot Makers! The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers! We gon start this shit off right! We got KCMO in the house tonight! We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!) We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, empassin' violence and drugs Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood This is my music for all my people missin' my music Keep listenin' to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it For the industry, 'cause he was one of the truest I don't know why they keep pumpin' it's somethin' Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin It's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play When October is lookin' bloody and Satanistic Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin' shit Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me 'Cause they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina 'cause I'm a [Chorus] RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know I'm a RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows I'm a RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.. RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin! I'm a sly dranker I'm a skyscraper Riot maker Hop in a mosh pit fa sho! You push, you shove, you get elbowed! Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre All of the soldiers who got gone on that day All my people's that's sittin' in prison This is for you so won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'? Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! 'cause I'm a [Chorus] Stand back if you frightened! Yeah! Get back 'cause we fightin! I'm a skyscraper That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim! It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why?) 'Cause I'm still countin' money off the back streets Every city, every show, I got to pack heat This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin' but time And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on you? With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you Sss sss sick them rottweilers on you Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you A made man in the streets, I made grams Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans Now I'm chillin' on tour with the redhead wonder Do fifty seven shows in a three month summer Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech Gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck Like you ain't know, we put it down like this Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin So watch your tongue, if you movin' we come to shootin up at you and your bitch You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch Whether it's reppin' dog, or movin' them bricks I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it big As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga I'm filled with star qualities I hang out with bitches that's naked and watch the bra swallow me It's always solo, you can't fake it so don't try ta follow me You still can't get back up on your feet You right back where you ought to be I see you failin' 'cause Strange Music got it locked boy Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa You can see me now or later, muthafuckin' Riot Maker. 'Cause I'm a [Chorus] We will shut this muthafucka down We will tear up your muthafuckin' town! Since 1985 Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three Welcome to Everready Enjoy