Hook: Tommy Wright
Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him
Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him
Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him
Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a, get his busta a** get him
Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river
Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river
Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river
Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river
[2-Faced]
Wakin' up early in the mornin', straight up joanin'
Gotta get full ah them d**, leavin' them n***a wid slugs
Compliments of 2-faced n***a the thug
It ain't no love, I told you before
So lemon a** n***as get filled up wid lead
Get caught by surprise, come duck and be tried
He instantly die, bullet wound to the head
Blood gotta shed,when I load up my rifle
A sniper deliverin' lead to your dome
Shot been inflicted,wid doses of pimpin'
I hang in South Memphis, but hell is my home
Home wid them k**as, my n***a cap peelers
Gravediggas remember,my temper is short
Snortin' c**aine, it's f**in' up my brain
My mind is maintained, by devious thoughts
Keepin' a weapon of any ill threat
That's s**as who stepping, and clickin and pullin
My roadie be k**in' cap peelin', drug dealin'
Two villain, no feelin' for snitches who nosey
Givin' out clout to them clock of a dolla straight bought 'em
I saw them wid triggas I sawed 'em
No mercy for n***as,I'm out to make figgas
I'm leavin' 'em in rivers, so bodies gettin' hauled off
I thought of a plan, to murder a man
And get away clean,wid the money and dope
The tradegy I will leave
Will be like fatally
Tied the two to the tree, put 'em up in my smoke
Full ah that f**in' blow, rippin' a forty-four
Chief as I cough, and throw up on them mega blunts
n***as who flodgin', get broke when I'm robbin'
So s**as start dodgin', or get put up in my trunk
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[Project Pimp]
Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men got a masta plan
Chasin' that b**h till she run outta breath
Bullets don't stop he gon' meet his damn d**h
Put him in a ditch, deep in the ground
Burnin' the mug, you got some gas
Smackin' him with that forty-four b**h
Finger on trigger keep tellin' me blast
Nuthin' but this thang, everyday thang
k**in' n***as, doggin' hoes
Ten wanted men once again wid a bang
Project Pimp I'm shootin' them tones
Hangin' out at the door wid the dope forty-four pistol
And vamp wid the gin on the seat and I'm pullin' the triggers
That leave his a** cuz, Project Pimp ah psycho thug
[T-Dawg]
Man T-Dawg in the joint once again
For the nine-six Street Smart bumpin' that sh**
Leavin' these n***as f**ed up, whopped up wid that thirty R six b**h
Cappin' and snatchin' these k**as drug dealers cap peelers
We out for your gravy hoe
Ten wanted men on a mission wid murder sh**
That b**h got your casket closed
Creepin' slow, on the floor, on a hoe
Lookin' for the trick, wid the riches up in this thang
Strapped like Jack wid a click in my back
In the getaway van, ready to blast
Body bags, on the ground, I'm leavin' these n***as for them folks
Man T-Dawg I'm outty five but another n***a casket closed
Hook
[Tini]
Creepin' to the scene in a glimpse, never seen
Disappear, like a ghost in the wind it's me
T to the I to the N to the I to the M-A-I-N-E, Tini
Pockets feelin' broke so I gotta make a stang
On a lemon mane that's got me f**ed up the game
Comin' from the dark so I bust your heart
Wid the seven Jason masks gimme all the cash hit the gas
Smack and kick your b**h up the side her head then cuff her
Time to gag her wid the Tommy Hilfiger that I snatched up off yo b**h
Tie your hands behind your back
Get the oxy vogues from the window out the 'Lac
Chiefin' on another sac I got another plan
Hit the stach pot cheese and dope
His boy was finna blow, we left him on the floor
Smack him one more time before we go
Hopped into the Chevy thang let me throw up again
As the green, let me think, Tini five, no I strive
How that like that ain't no way that ain't no good
But I can't afford to make no losses Jason mask ain't this a b**h
Millimetre jealous so they scopin' me, bloody Glock is in my hand
Perry Ellis smellin' like a lucci, quarter ounce a dope is in the air
Brothers can't stand the truth playa robbers creepin' from the east
Prepared
Glock seventeen lookin' mean, as release, co*k it back
Spittin rounds out the side to the ground
Did ya, did ya get him?, yes I got him
As I tired ah bustin' scatter creep ya knees to the back to the Ground
Thinkin' of a scheme it's a dream it's for real lay him dead
Mr. Tini maine ya shouldn'ta crossed me out
Forty-five Gs, six k** a pound a weed, two other trees
Manslaughter, Tini five I'm in the house
Hook (1x)