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Текст песни B-Legit - N***** Get They Wig Split

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B-Legit:Bitch I got beam like ScottyLeave you spottyWhen I point this aim at your brainAnd leave them hollow thangs in your bodyLodi-dodi I drinks BacardiGets dick hard drunkWhen I`m off that skunk punkAnd you don`t wanna dance tingo tangoI let my left right mingle mangleTo your jaw southpawIt oughta be a law against these thangs I throwAbout to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and BoFrom the Garden BloccHillside got they GlockMack 10`sMobb shit`ll neva endI`m tryin` to have it allSo I ball `till I`m goldMobbin` through a sixty usin` cruise controlC-Bo:I`m fuckin` wit that click niggaThat big nigga on the blockWith Glocks, Rag TopsCut thangs on them gold knocksBetter watch your back `cuz we strapped with teksPush up in a blue Lex`And dump caps to your neckMobb shitBustaz all dieLeather trenchBrim and two ninesCostume of a killaAt your bed side holdin` on two millasUggh we bust them teks close rangeLivin` estrangedCalled insane`Cuz when it`s on it`s on site no matter night or dayAnd you can`t fuck wit theseGet smothered with a half a keyBitchCelly Cel:Give me the ball and I`ma fill the lane like `FenneyHardaway `cuz I`m out to get every pennyAny nigga disrespectin` when I`m checkin` for my scrillaI know`m stilla wig splittin` killa ain`t no reallaNigga realla than meMobbin` through your hood and takin` headsSlumpin` hangin out the windows dumpin`And shakin` `FedsSo mind your ownCross the line and see how quick they goneHead blown decapitated caught slippin` in my zoneFuckin` with this Mobb shitNiggaz get they wig splitC-Bo:Uggh it`s the murder man posted at the front doorAnd when they comes I dumps with both four-four`sLetin` `em have it `cuz I`m staticDumpin the grassKilled his assAnd then kneel down and get my last laughPunk bitch shouldn`t have trippedNow he lay dead in the ditchAss rippedSuckin` on his own dickMoney talkBullshit walkFool this ain`t no sunshineThree killasOne garden blocc, two hillsideB-Legit:This shit`s fucked and I am tag teamin` with the murder manAnd that`ll hurt a manNiggaz doin` dirt andAll you got to do is hop your ass in my `CutWe`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 the nigga wore a wire tapAnd they want him deadA hundred G`s for his headAnd leave a bloody glove down where that body bledCelly Cel:Red rum is what I`m hummin` as I hit the fenceHomicide looked for prints but found no evidenceStuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it upThem ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cutThere it is cashed him like some chips at RenoSlid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-NotesMade the hitGot the scrillaGone without a traceB behind the wheelAnd Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcaseYo` nigga Cell got the chopper `case they on my trailIf it`s a tail then I`ma leave a 50 empty shellsPistol smokin`These niggaz know we ain`t no jokin`Split up the tokensAnd I`m back in the hood loccin`Fuckin` with this Mobb shitNiggaz get they wig splitB-Legit: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 its all game related and that`s what we do bitch

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