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Hook: Tommy WrightGet that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get himGet that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get himGet that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get himGet that motherfucka, get that motherfucka, get his busta ass get himDump him in my trunk, drag him to the riverDump him in my trunk, drag him to the riverDump him in my trunk, drag him to the riverDump him in my trunk, drag him to the river[Tommy Wright III]Wakin` up early in the mornin`, straight up joanin`Gotta get full ah them drugs, leavin` them nigga wid slugsCouple ah Memphis two faced nigga that thugIt ain`t no love, I told you before,So lemon ass niggas get filled up wid leadGet caught by surprise, come duck and be triedThey instantly die, bullet one to the head,Blood gotta shed when I load up my riflea sniper deliverin` lead to your dome,Shot been inflicted wid doses of pimpin`I hang in South Memphis but hell is my homeHome wid them killas my nigga cap peelersgravediggas remember my temper is short,Snortin` cocaine, it`s fuckin` up my brainMy mind is maintained by devious thoughts,Keepin` a weapon of any ill threatthat`s for suckas who stampin` and pluggin` that holeMy roadie be killin` cap peelin`, dog dealin`,two villain, no feelin` for snitches who nosey,Givin` out clout to them clock of a dolla straight bought `emI saw them wid triggas I sawed `em,No mercy for niggas I`m out to make figgasI`m leavin` `em in rivers so bodies gettin` hotter,I thought of a plan, to murder a man,and get away clean wid the money and dopeThe tradegy I will leave will be like fatallytied the two to the tree put `em up in my smokeFull ah that fuckin` blow, rippin` a forty-fourChief as I cough and throw up on them mega bluntsNiggas who flodgin` get broke when I`m robbin`So suckas start dodgin` or get put up in my trunkHook[Project Pimp]Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men got a masta planChasin` that bitch till he run outta breath,Bullets don`t stop he gon` meet his damn death,Put him in a ditch, deep in the ground,Burnin` the mug, you got some gas,Smackin` him with that forty-four bitchFinger on trigger keep tellin` me blastNuthin` but this thang, everyday thang,Killin` niggas, doggin` hoesTen wanted men once again wid a bangProject Pimp I`m shootin` them tonesHangin` out at the door wid the dope forty-four pistoland vamp wid the gin on the seat and I`m pullin` the triggersthat leave his ass cuz, Project Pimp ah psycho thug[T-Dawg]Man T-Dawg in the joint once againfor the nine-six Street Smart bumpin` that shit,Leavin` these niggas fucked up, whopped up wid that thirty R six bitchCappin` and snatchin` these killas drug dealers cap peelersWe out for your gravy hoe,Ten wanted men on a mission wid murder shitThat bitch got your classy hoe,Creepin` slow, on the floor, on a hoelookin` for the trick, wid the riches up in this thangStrapped like Jack wid a click in my backin the getaway van, ready to blastBody bags, on the ground, I`m leavin` these niggas for them folksMan T-Dawg I`m outty five but another nigga classy clothesHook[Tini]Creepin` to the scene in a glimpse, never seen,Disappear, like a ghost in the wind it`s meT to the I to the N to the I to the M-A-I-N-E, TiniPockets feelin` broke so I gotta make a stangOn a lemon man that`s got me fucked up the gameComin` from the dark so I bust your heartwid the seven Jason masks gimme all the cash hit the gas,Smack and kick your bitch up the side her head then cuff hertime to gag her wid the Tommy Hilfiger that I snatched up off yo bitch,Tie your hands behind your back,Get the oxy vogues from the window out the `Lac,Chiefin` on another sac I got another plan,Hit the stach pot cheese and dope,His bow was in the blow, we left him on the floor,Smack him one more time before we go,Hopped into the Chevy thang let me throw up again,As the green, let me think, Tini five, no I striveHow that like that ain`t no way that ain`t no goodBut I can`t afford to make no losses Jason mask ain`t this a bitch,Millimetre jealous so they scopin` me, bloody glock is in my handPerry Ellis smellin` like a lucci, quarter ounce a dope is in the airbrothers can`t stand the truth playa robbers creepin` from the east prepared,Glock seventeen lookin` mean, as release, cock it backSpin rounds over the side to the ground,Did ya, did ya get him?, yes I got him,As I tired ah bustin` scatter creep ya knees to the back sippin` CrownThinkin` of a scheme it`s a dream it`s for real lay him deadMr. Tini maine ya shouldn`ta crossed me outForty-five Gs, six kill a pound a weed, two other treesManslaughter, Tini five I`m in the houseHook (1x)

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