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Tommy Wright III f Tini

Die Nigga Die

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Hook: Tommy WrightCar jack, gat packed, hard head, wig splitDie nigga die nigga die nigga die,Got a big clip wid a Jason mask(4x)[Verse 1: Tini]Jealous bustas dwell, what the hell, it is me finallyWelcome to the game so glad that you cameNo longer vampin` from the scene missed TiniNineteen-tini five wid the soloTold you I was gonna creep, so here it is God damnEverybody gotta put a hold on they tapecause the muggin` family is goin` to the top man,Peepin` robbin` chiefin` everyday life of a thug,Gimme love, robbers steady creepin` to the eastA quarter after eleven it`s almost that time for the leprechaun to creepTini just in back get my gat plus my back packCreepin` up from out the dark I gotta get`cha foolSeven Jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannonsHow in the fuck can I lose?Hook (4x)[Verse 2: Tini]Grippin` on my glock, lookin` down my block,Seein` what`s up by the bump,Before I hit the track get my back packmakin` sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tat,Did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dustfrom the quickness I be ventin` never seen,It`s a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the copsI`m a robber so let me count my green,Two fifteens, bumpin` in my trunk, detachable face partnerChevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogueswid the gold stole from the white folks,Slowly I approach, to the car,Smack you buck up bitch and get yo ass outOpen up the door, fuck the kids, shoot the dad kill the mommyYour ass shouldn`ta stopped at the red lightGot a Lexus, and it ride so smoothFinna dodge this motherfucka `fore I give it upGot it right into the chop shopThen it`s downtown ridin` from the po-pos where I`m never foundThen I turn it in, seven Gs in my pocket flatgot a fat knot swellin` from my right thigh,Keep a hustle anyway I can, to the night I die stay high,No lookin` back, danger lurks and it hurtsif it catch, then I bet`cha that it`s me too,Don`t set to rinse say what`cha gonna doCause when you slip don`t make a move,It`s kinda sad though, they got me mad into the gameand when it`s time I`m steady bustin` at my jealous friends,Got a guage, hangin` out the window,Niggas in my neighbourhood sippin` on HenHook (`til fade)

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