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Niggaz Get They Wig Split
作词:Brandt Jones, Marceles Mccarver, Mike Mosley, Shawn Thomas
Bitch, I got beam like Scotty, leave you spotty When I point this aim at your brain And leave them hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I let my left right mingle mangle to your jaw southpaw It oughta be a law against these thangs, I throw About to lay some shit down with Celly Cell and Bo
From the Garden Bloc, Hillside got they Glock Mack 10's, Mobb shit'll never end I'm tryin' to have it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control
I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga, that big nigga on the block With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them gold knocks Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks Push up in a blue Lex' and dump caps to your neck
Mobb shit, bustaz, all die Leather trench, Brim and two nines Costume of a killa at your bed side holdin' on two millas We bust them teks close range, livin' estranged called insane 'Cuz when it's on, it's on, site no matter night or day And you can't fuck wit these Get smothered with a half a key, bitch
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like Fenney Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, ain't no realla
Nigga, than me, mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads Slumpin' hangin' out the windows dumpin' And shakin' feds, so mind your own Cross the line and see how quick they gone Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's murder, man, posted at the front door And when they comes I dumps with both four four's Lettin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the grass Killed his ass and then kneel down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch Ass ripped, suckin' on his own dick Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine Three killas, one garden bloc, two hillside
This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder, man And that'll hurt a man, niggaz doin' dirt And all you got to do is hop your ass in my cut We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or what?
I got this gut feelin' about to make the killin' for a livin' The contract said that nigga wore a wire tap And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his head And leave a bloody glove down where that body bleed
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence Homicide just looked for prints but found no evidence Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up Them ballas want to see his face but they break us off a cut
There it is, cashed him like some chips at Reno Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes Made the hit, got the scrilla, gone without a trace B behind the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no jokin' Split up the tokens and I'm back in the hood loccin'
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split
Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger Tryin' to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask Haters hatin' but it's all game related and that's what we do, bitch
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