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Hook:Ain`t no use in throwin` blowsI just wanna smoke you hoeAin`t no use in throwin` blowsI just wanna smoke you hoeAin`t no use in throwin` blowsI just wanna smoke you hoesI just wanna smoke you hoeAin`t no use in throwin` blows(2x)[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin` dieStreet sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the woodwid the ooze, hangin` out the sunroof doin` drive-by,You survive, that`s a lie, fifty niggas standin` on the cornawatchin` every muthafuckn` move you make,Some perpetrate, shootin` ball on crate,Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga breakBullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin`Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don`t fight just blast,Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin` big,got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a fieldB-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"But not me, on my tone, get the phoneDial 911 and reserve you a ambulanceBustas braggin`, eye cappin` lyin` bout who they done put to restProve it to me, do a street sweep,Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pantsWasn`t shit different when I moved in South Memphisfor the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin`Lampin` on the track wid ah handful ah rocksand ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,Still on parole can`t catch another case,Creepin` night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hoodgo to war with the world if I gotta,Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,Tommy Wright don`t fight, wrong move, ratter-tatterHook (1x)[Verse 2: La Chat]Hoppin` on these bitches, leavin` `em wid stitchesReason why I do these funky hoes,If you bitches got some anna bring the shit oncause La Chat still won`t go,Cappin` all these suckas, fillin` these bustasShoot `em to the ground wid my nine that I toteBitches wanna test my motherfuckin` pimpin`Best believe that`s a motherfuckin` lesson hoeBeatin` these bitches to the ground,That`s my hobby I like to do,Busta ass hoe got a glock at her sideBetta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot,Threaten my fuckin` life hoe that`s a no no you lil silly hoe,You one hoe, that I know that done know,that your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go,Evil signs I do not see, it`s just the hatred in my bloodIt`s just me when I feel the need I`m poppin` them motherfuckin` slugsBitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly gamesNever plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lamesKnow this anna`s on my mind, it keep me doin` a fuckin` crimeNever like caught, slippin` bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin` nineGot some anamosity, here`s my fuckin` do` keyGet that shit up off your chestMy 20 guage track will handle the restHook (1x)[Project Pimp]I gotta be makin` that cash, the bigga my stashI put on my halloween mask,Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweetsMakin` them lemons lay down in the grassMy weapon I`m grippin` ain`t no time for slippin`The Pimp and I`m all about makin` that cheese,Robber who robbin` them bitches for riches and dumpin`ain`t no stoppin till I get some kis,Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plansand take care my family through problems,Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and TerrelSome playas who down to go robbin`,Think that I`m flodgin` don`t slip and get killed by them bulletsthat fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brainGot me straight doin` thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch `em slipNo mercy for suckas and bustas when I`m on my hustleI take care ah my business off top,Regardless whoever that nigga might bewhen I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin` that glock,It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggaswho squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on `em low[Tommy Wright III]Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin` life,Roll them dice, get a side betTommy best shot betta aim that I get,Murder one expert, drinkin` red rumHoe my mouth don`t move cause I talk wid ah oozeSlip on my gloves, Tommy gots no loveTwo glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftopPistol grippers, leavin` y`all bodies in plastic bags wid zippersWhere I`m from niggas come wid pistolsTommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin` who`s nextI`m gon` buck `em, and I`m gon` stuff `emTommy don`t love `em it was only fuck phoniesSix feet to me ain`t deepCan`t be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,Really don`t give a fuck, nail it to your nutsEveryday parlay sun down, sun upNiggas don`t want no peace so they pack a piece wait,Murder show at twelve can`t be late,Fuck scrappin`, Tommy Wright cappin` and dappin`when the damage is done, do away wid the gunOn the run, real billy sippin` O-Z,Ten wanted men feelin` deep, trick or treat, fuck tha policeHook (1x)[Tommy Wright III]Dig that, Memphis niggas ain`t scrappin` no moreEspecially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin` we cappin`It`s on like cap, BIOTCH!

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