Текст песни (Tommy Wright III f) Project Pimp - Murder Weapons
(Tommy Wright III f) Project Pimp - Murder Weapons слова песни
[Chorus]I had a anna wid murder weapons I`m sweepin` the cityHate the rizole they practicin` hoe I buried them bitchesIt ain`t no love for you dirty dirties I`m packin` that thirtyUnder the porch wid the camouflagenigga that laughin` I`m scopin`[Verse 1]Nigga bring it onPeep the plan and all them fake ass friendsBitch I`m by my lonesome but that thirty by me drinkin` ginSaggin` my pants and muggin` lookin` undereyed wid thirty slugsBustin` wid no mercy hangin` out the hooptie rippin` me and cuzHoe this shit for real,this is the heat that let you know the dealBitch them games you play is make me determinewhether should you live,Shit on bitches fuck `emFuck the past and present time will holdOut for just the money cappin` pussythat shit cause the dough,Lit the strip wid diamonds big buck grillbut you hate my kindUnderstand this shit can happenany kinda day I`m packin` mineWhat you wanna do,fuck that shit you call your crew,And your kinfolk tooBustin` thrities wid no mercyunder the piece we drinkin` brewI stand on the man, ain`t no loveWhy is the fuck we playin`?Is it just me or is it the way I walk and how I serve yo manFuck yo weak ass clan,bitch it`s the Hill a hoe has nothin` elseThirty cannon bullets rippin` yo vestand can you catch your breath[Chorus] 2X[Verse 2]I`m deep in the cut not givin` a fuckI`m peepin` and creepin` and Project Pimp bustin` on lamePenetrate demonstrate murder rate heavyweighthere comes the thirty can` hollow point swangThe shit ain`t the same I`m bringin` the painI`m climbin` and hangin` and jumpin` out treesTime for the young ones that thuggin` and rushin`you bitches and snitches that`s itchin` for kisHater done tell me it`s greed, but hoe I just needThe scents and the smell ah that cheeseDrop it off gimme some but I`m not robbin` youHoe I`m just out for the shit that I believeCause some ah these niggas are pickin` outProject thug Project mug in a hoe prison for realNina and a switchblade `member I`m sickand that forty glock thirty can bust a hoe grillHit the block never stop rollin` wid thirty friendBeat up the neighbourhood drinkin` on Seagrams GinHow do you figure I`m flodgin` I`m mobbin`wid infinite niggas that`s all about dividendsProject Pimp Project thug Project will fuck upniggas and leavin` you niggas in ditchesAlleyway rippin` and runnin` and gunnin`convictable leave the body bloody wid stitchesThirty done rippin` and creepin` a nigga wasslippin` and stiffin` and flodgin` that pimpin`Tellin` me how I`ma wear my hat on your streetand a banana clip under that shitAnyway fuck around kick around wid gin and HenSmilin` wid super thought look at my bodyBitches they hit me up on the hornFuck what you wanna do Project Pimp man ah the party bitch[Chorus] 2X[Verse 3]Civilized and buck and wild and niggas so called actin` badReally don`t wanna kill him but he pushin`Don`t frown peep and laughWith them niggas that`ll pull them triggersDouble O be for real,After we take care ah that lil bidness bitchwe sit back drink and chillAin`t no love for niggas bitches faggotswid them barricade,Tryna stop my come up bitchI post up wid them hand grenadeDeath is my intention,fuckin` wid a nigga like the Project thugOn the blay wid a pistol one in the chamberwith the Project mug,Hollow P-O-I-N-T plus T.I. A-K got the planProject P-I-M-P peep double O eight broke the law and ranCross off friends they stupid,Fuck theyself off when they cross they bossNiggas talk that shit around they possesbut can`t walk the walkUpside down wid liquor that`s the bidnesscause Project the meanest,All about that creepin` late night callin`Watch thug niggas finishHaters you could stop at playin` them gamesand keep your mind off mine,Fuck you talkin` bout squashin` Project Pimp bustin`Nigga I`m on the grind, on the grind[Chorus] 2X[Lots of shout outs til fade]