Lil' Ugly Mane Serious Shit Lyrics

[Hook: Kurupt & M.C. Money]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho

[Verse 1]
I'ma slit my wrists, no tourniquet
I'm murderous, my crib got more burners than furnishings
Got a lot of haters, not concerned with it
The Earth revolve around earning currency, Copernicus
I'll leave you scared stupider than Ernest is
Pluckin' more chickens than the Churches is
Always looking fly, boy, I'm merciless with purchases
Police ain't nothing, you can bet I beat the verdict, bitch
'Cause I'm more connected than the alphabet in cursive is
Wallet like Webster, killer like Dexter
Your bitch lookin' at me? Well, I guess I'm gonna sex her
Ugly stay rougher than the texture
If you playas want that funk, I'm that fly shit expert

[Hook: Kurupt & M.C. Money]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho

[Verse 2]
Playboy, I'ma stay grindin' 'till my pockets straight Halliburton
And I'ma grind dirty, you never met a fouler person
The list of shit I'm worse than is long as scripture verses
About to hit this purp, and rummage through your mother's purses
You cats is yellow with it, stone-ground mustard
Ugly Mane is stone ground-up and reconstructed
Glocks I'ma bust 'em, p*ssy I'ma crush it
Plus, I stay luxurious, you bitches are disgusting
Getting money fast, that's my modus operandi
I've been ice cold since the night I saw my man die
Bullets knock you on your ass, you'd swore it was a landslide
Ugly ain't a boss? Hell nah, that's a damn lie

[Hook: Kurupt & M.C. Money]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho