Various Artists - You Delinquent lyrics

Voice: What the f**? Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' a** n***a today you gone die Voice: Aaaagh agh [Mack] I went from Inglewood to H-Town tryin' to put the hustle down But I could already tell these b**h n***as wanna clown Like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll & I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code I'm fed up that's it that's all f** that get it get it & since he bullsh**ted & ran with it A murder must be committed Now the kidnap got to go down In other words I got to steal him Then put the pistol to his grill & co*k the hammer back & k** him [Face] We finna (get him) & once we (get him) Gotta make a statement He f**ed the family Man to respect 'em we gotta waste him No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement Then find his momma so she can help us find her baby n***a are you crazy? We don't bullsh** when it comes to payday They f** with Face they Don't let me catch you on the highway Or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that n***a You Delinquent we on yo' a** like that Chorus You Delinquent muthaf**a give up the pink slip We got to k** who you drink with We got to blast who you think with A money murder A money murder We got to hurt ya We got to hurt ya [Face] Caught his a** slippin' at a parkin' lot Red dot marks the spot I'm trippin' on how hard he got He got some b**hes in the front seat smilin' When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin' Paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0 Dippin' disrespected pimpin' Mack 10 trippin' Loadin' up the stainless .44 grip & The trigger off his finger finna start clickin' [Mack] Aww f**[overlaps with]Ain't that a b**h This n***a actin' like I'm some type of s**a I'll tell you what Face you drive When I blast this muthaf**a Done took my last weed crop money So you know we through G Dog I been around too many hogs To let a punk n***a do me I give a f** what you claim Where you from & who you know n***a touch my dough fa sho Ya get a blow from the .44 So let his neck go Brad It ain't no need to choke the n***a Just close ya ears & get back homeboy I'm finna choke the trigga [Gunshot] [Face] [whispering] Aiight there he go [gunshot] There that b**h go [gunshot] Come on come on let'sgo [gunshot] Heyn***alet'sgon***alet'sgon***alet'sgo Chorus [Mack] If a rider need his heat cause it's cold outside We gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride So I stuff the clip of the .45 cause I gotta survive & the n***as that's jive they end up dead on the rise All pissy & sh**ty victims of the Hoo Bang Committee When Mack & Face get down it's like a polinity Straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent & blowin holes in what you think with Of n***as that's Delinquent [Face] Hey so when a n***a shoot you nine man A n***a gon need to get that money, whatI'msayin'? When a n***a shoot you half a bird A n***a gon need to get that money n***a wadn't bullsh**tin' when he fronted it to you So don't bullsh** when it come to payin a muthaf**a Aiight? You Delinquent Can I get my muthaf**in' ends n***a? Chorus We got to get you for that dollar bill (2x) We got to get you for this dollar bill We got to get yo' a** dollar bill A money murder A money murder We are going to hurt you n***a A money murder A money murder (Give it up)