Lyrics:
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
a hammer in your mouth?
When you laid down and cry?
When you stand up and die?
Like the man that I am, fire
Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang
I'm
recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same
your reign ends today! Prepare to die!
Begone, foul servants of chaos! I swear by the blood of the sword in my veins, I will never be defeat! For
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
hit up your hood you gon play by my rules
I came to be king I cannot be kinged
I been balling like two three rip two four
I know you don't get it but
, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital G's speak on the facts
Please believe
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
You dig?
Weezy the name,
pull up hella humble, how he show up like that?"
Like that, imma roller where my blunt light that
This a poquito burrito I call it a light rap, like
round and I'll collect
That blood money and they'll never suspect
cnd then we can go and redistribute this cash
Call it a scholarship for the kids we'll
See, I'm like a new breed of female
When God made me, He was just showin? off
See most niggaz call a girl, when they wanna give a dick
My shawtys
Verse 3
They want me to rap but I can’t right here
Just call me the Champ, I’m the man the right chere!
Don’t stand right chere, I’m illuminating
Added
blood is rushing
Hide your bones that's my Conclude
If I kill him then I turn him to a voicemail interlude
Run the prayers in the comments wouldn't do
I got a couple duffle bags everywhere I go
Riding through my city, what you think I do it for?
No commotions we ain't tryna let them hammers go
La
bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
Got
your deal came (Yeah)
Chill, Lanez, hammer bang, I'll nine mil' Lanez
I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
Look how long
Ayy Ayy
One for that money
Two for the hoes
Three for them boostin ass niggas stealin clothes
Four for the trappers
Five for them blues
Six for them
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my
of waiting
For you punks to squeeze
Give you all of my 3 pound rounds
So you can fall
Bit the fact that Outlawz just
Kicked down your door
Bitch niggas be
Then my brain won't work correctly
So it’s all blood stains
As I sit and wait for you to call like
I am the creep x5
Video camera upon the hot
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