W.C. – Worldwide Gunnin’

W.C. – Worldwide Gunnin’ Lyrics

Artist: W.C.
Song: Worldwide Gunnin’

I can’t take it no more
f#ck you n#gg#s
f#ck you b#tches
f#ck this rap sh#t

n#gg# don’t ask me for sh#t
I’m sick of all the cameras
f#ck all you scavengers
Punk #ss record labels

Scandalous #ss managers
I’ll take this microphone and slam it
b#tch I ain’t no rapper, hoe I’m the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy #ss f#ck I’ll take that #ss for the scrilla

Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
f#ck you in the #ss wit a coat hanger n#gg#
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all

I’ll bite yo’ nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
f#ck all ya’ll
My mado for 98
I’m lettin n#gg#s have it

Makin the finest b#tches toss my salad
Salty nutts is all I’m givin
All heel the shadiest one that n#gg# Dub has arisen
Every world wide gunnin

Put yo’ Zigs in air
When it comes to janky sh#t we runnin’
Hold that sh#t
Light that sh#t

Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish sh#t down yo’ I’m the locest
And to the b#tches
Skinny b#tches

Fat bithces
Big b#tches thinkin ya’ll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I’ll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo p#ss# busted open

4 play’s for suckers (spits loogy)
I’ll spit a loogy in your p#ss# f#ck you wit this dirty rubber
#ss cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
f#ck a bed I’m leavin carpet burns all on your back

You ain’t ready for a pro you still a rookie
b#tch, me f#ckin you is like stickin razor blades in your p#ss#
Big b#tches I’m tackelin and dick stabbin I’m serious
I’m even runnin red lights diggin you on your period

f#ck a ?n#gg#? I’m talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other n#gg#s treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I’m gone

Chorus: (2x)
Run n#gg#s run
n#gg#s better strap up and pack up or get slapped ’cause here I come (who)
The p#ss# banger dice slanger still janky

Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this b#tch I’m strangelin
Heaters I’m swangin the barrel jumpin off
H double O D S T A claimin and ya’ll know I’m famous

To all you b#tch politicians what’s crackin?
I’ll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I’ll pray to the Lord you all eat sh#t and die slowly

You n#gg#s can’t fade me face it my sh#t bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta sh#t I comes to reign
f#ck this industry I run wit Tune’s and CJ
’cause 99.9% of you n#gg#s is straight gay

One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these n#gg#s down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that’s right

f#ck all ya’ll
b#tch
Ya’ll still can’t fade it
WC (muthaf#cka)

f#ck all ya’ll
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Release Year: 1998