are as big as the logo on those sweaters Hoes betta, have a fall back attack, come through like a funeral all black on black couple six deuces, all back
deep Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do? Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN
my gun in my hand, bust one up in the air and give N***** a runnin' chance a soldier in the trenches I raise one in the fire see im that young N**** O
leanin, I got my drink poured up extra thick The mud is purple grab a couple of ice and take a sip Po' a ounce po' a deuce baby po' a fo' Have a taste
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, And the trumpets play slow Farewell Angelina, The sky is on fire And I must
crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina The sky is on fire And
crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must
you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last
on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so
: [Chorus] Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT
bury ya Bitches alive after the rest of demands The three 6 mafia, the last to stand After the war is over Chorus 4x [gangsta blac] Deuce, deuce down
: Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT! Straight
.S. - no oil - tjicka tjicka - Lights out People act blind run around with their eyes out Heads off - screws loose, let's off deuce deuce Shotgun blast
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar
it's a 6 double 0 foot to the flo' what you want from the sto'? Bang loose off that act right juice Ghetto rich niggas sippin' on a deuce-deuce Fall in
