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Dirty f Twist, Wickett

Thou Shall Not Kill

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[Verse 1: Wickett]A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hardTill they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it allWhile everyone in the hood used to - think you was hardBut it`s hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitchI`m off the the chain when I - blast the magI put what`s left of your frame in a - casket bagI put what`s left of your brain in a - plastic bagAnd what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have `emYou catch hell in the Ammo City scum streetsThey full of monkeys and money-hungry zombiesWe don`t spit regular shit on a crunk beatIt`s boring watchin` bitches eat lunch meatI`d rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin` out chunks of meat tillthere`s a dundeeYou don`t want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb GJump head first off a building and hit the concreteNow, can I get an Amen?... AmenIf you fuck around wit` me, we can get your face caved inI`m the black Wes Crav`, and my staff just craveAnd the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aahCome, I`ll let my bullets +Moby Dick+Let me put `em inside of youNuttin`, bustin` the blood (spish) inside of youI`m really dishin`, put them bullets inside of youIs what I would do, if I was youI really wouldn`t fuck wit` mePlayin` me like a bitch, your shit`ll get dirtyIf I up the thang-thangs, finna get uglyShit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloodyAnd when it go down - of course you`re scaredYour brothers they want some - the more the merrierIf they run up, it`s just to go to the - morgueAnd step into my world - at the mortuary[Verse 2: Big Pimp]I leave your block wit` your head wide openOUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin`Bro` close your do`, expose ya to the hocus pocusAnd you motherfuckers know its bogus(And you know it`s bogus... that`s how it is, that`s how it has to be)And I`mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin` at meWhen I bust all the glass in your classic CapriceInstead of blastin` me, where was you? Runnin` your lyrical catastropheI hit the block with the glock, `cause that`s how it has to beYou ridin` partial, blow your brains in the passenger seatYou got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to meIt`s a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor beOr I`mma have to see, how you layin` right beside him in your casket bleedin`Tell them sucker emcees we havin` mass this evening[Verse 3: Wickett & Twist]Baptized in the blood of Tupac and JesusHollows from my glock and your glock releasin`Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin`Can`t stop and won`t stop because we still breathin`Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it`s so easyRun up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin`Cut up and turned out that he`s alive when he screamin`Run up in your house and snatch both of your neicesSAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH INOne nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN`One of y`all jump, BITCH ALL Y`ALL BLEEVIN`(all y`all bleevin`)Never knew the real reason what I`m shootin` forGet off your knees, why you prayin` to God?...It`s too late to repent, you better off prayin` to LuciferWhat I`mma use you for, ten G`s I`ll do you forAnother five I`ll do your gul, I`ll lose your gulI ain`t killin` y`all by myselfI`m like O.J. - it`s two of us(Get it..two of us)I won`t hesitate to numb you bruh, won`t hesitate to burn you bruhI got a message... when you get to hell..Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for[Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka]I come through strapped with two tec-9`sI wish a motherfucker try to come and test mineI put this gat so close to your back spineWhen I clap iron, bitch your back flyin`I`m kinda gettin` tired of sellin` crack dimesOr sittin` up in my house tryin` to sack pineOr runnin` through my hood from the one-timeWho sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grindI just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"?Cock that thang, throw it in the skyI`mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz tryTell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain`t scared to dieI ain`t scared to ride, I ain`t scared to tauntMy semi-automatic leavin` niggaz burntA couple motherfuckers got hit with the gunThe other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hungBitch, I`m dirty slum, so I ride `round with a rusty pumpI keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunkWhen the war pop off I`m the first to dumpThrow them bows in your chest like OlajuwonAin`t no stoppin` when we ridin` - comin` at you chumpI`m the reason for the bleedin` - why you actin` dumbCause my hollows have you hollerin` at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum[**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**]My `K`ll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feetAnd leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beefThen me and my niggaz creepin` knockin` off his whole street - good griefYou get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issueCause soon as I get you, I`m usin` my pistol, to carve and split youAnd scare up your tissue, you bitch you[Verse 5: Lil` Twist]Jackin` other niggaz for dollars, that`s my mottoEliminatin` pussy niggaz with pistol poppin` hollowsTo say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block goFrom bustin` concussions with simple motherfuckin` pot holesOn the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit likeIn the mist of the trigger clickin`, niggaz bitchin` for dear lifeBe prepared for war cause I`m tellin`, gunnin` you allCarry my coat with clip, that`s what the clip said and blew you roof offROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-HaulYou jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y`allYou fuckin` faggots can`t hack it, ass backwards like RuPaulRemember my nigga, you tremblin` get your chest blew offThese rules and regulations, to you, they do applySo cuz is poppin`, your other option is to dieYou couldn`t resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dimeBut I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why tryNiggaz I never heard of, get murderedI`ll pull your skirt up and show the world that you`re pussyAnd just show what this uzi - a` doYou motherfuckers ain`t gon` believe that I`mma gut yaBlow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YAGunnin` y`all, then I hit `em hardSplit `em apart when I let it off, but you`ll be better offWith flesh floatin`, open, in a oceanHoles poked in your throat and still smokin`H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz tryI give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been throughwhy you went to the pen dude, or who you kin toSimple, I`m a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school atIt`s hard to react when the Mac go click-clackFour shots in your skull, and your bitch back - get that?

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