100 Yard Dash - Ab-Soul - NoteLyrics Lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody get the fuck down now
Soul in the building
Yeah, we taking everything
Everything you got

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Hit the deck I need everything you possess
I suggest you cooperate for this test
Giving you a doctor to operate
You complicate my scheme to get rage
I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit
When the chips get low, my fifth just blow
Anything that I could par, come about that, dog
There's money to be made
And if you got it I'm taking it
Shred it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
You've got I leave more than a rash
I'm coming for your ass
Please hand me the cash
Cause when I'm down on my last
I gotta re-up fast
Point me to your stash
Don't make me say it again
Before I lay you with Breaking Benjamin, Franklin and them
Frankly I'm a menace
In fact I'm ready to blast
So whatever you got, run it
Like a 100 yard dash

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Coming for you
Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in
You would get pulled out
Like my dick in these women when I'm feeling bust
Don't test my clout
Her execution is a must, no doubt
For the longest niggas have been taking my kindness for weakness
But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it
Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire
Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire
I arose from the dark to claim everything you own
And there's nothing between us but opportunity in this crone
It don't take a genius to know that I mean this
So any up before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada
Nigga

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Wild with it
Pistol whip whoever's in the house with it
Call the cops
Tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it
Gimme the goods, gimme the hand me downs
Tell your wife to pull her panties down
I need those too
What you gon' do?
Don't jeopardize your life
Put a nigga hard body made of cement
Plus I'm loaded like this clip
Offered the C grams
Get you on the floor like granite, granite
Your granny watching
I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em
Better believe it
My head is sort of off, shit
I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping
God forgive him for this long arm
Like pimping the cars horn
But times is hard hard
And I gotta eat
Gimme the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks
Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes
Gimme your stocks, your barns, your blunts, your bones, your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly
You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly
That's dead wrong
So I'm heavy like Chris Waters
Regardless, you're getting stuffed up, pussy
Like a tampon with a handgun, push me
But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam
And it wouldn't miss a thing

Ab-Soul - 100 Yard Dash