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Tommy Wright III - Gunshots lyrics
f/ PSK-13, K-Roc, Kid, Indo-G Hook: Tommy Wright III Gunshots, gunshots That's all I'm hearin' is them Gunshots, gunshots Them niggas runnin' from them Gunshots, gunshots Can't go to sleep cause I hear Gunshots, gunshots Twenty four seven I hear [Blik, black, blucka] Nigga back the fuck up (4x) [PSK-13] I break bread, and lay my head in Southside hi-zaw Where dice games have these niggas offside shootin' If these shoot motors could talk, shit they'll charge ya for game And hustle hatas only out to slaughter ya name PSK that ain't the factor in it, and we don't act up Blick, black, bluck nigga back the fuck up Hatin' niggas gettin' dealt wit, on some cap peel shit Bluesteel snubnose what I kill wid You know I, hold down blocks like a C-O Roll down blocks like a G-O, Nigga what the deal, original, down south hustla I'm still out here hustlin', That plaque ain't nuthin' playboy I strictly do business by the code ah these streets When niggas violate that same nigga see the sheets It's hell to pay the captain, and I mean that shit partna, And you can tell by the way I'm wettin' it, gunshots Hook [K-Roc] How many motherfuckin' niggas out there done, heard ah K-Roc You fuckin' wid a Street Smart connection now, bitch I'm on yo block Where them niggas at, hangin' out the window Get 'em, hit 'em, split 'em, *drrrr,drrrr* Pull up on the side ah the car Nigga done come wid a big ass pistol Bitch, bitch.. raise them motherfuckin' hands like FAST! Shit, shit.. this Street Smart click WHOOO! When a nigga wettin' come get me T, I'll show these niggas what's up wid me Lock and load, put 'em in the test mode You motherfuckin' hoe, oh noooo! [Tommy III] I lay my head in Memphis, where they be killin' drug dealin' Niggas get shot out chillin',takin' up smoke just to cope wid the fact that a nigga can't survive if he don't got a gat Leave a nigga nigga flat on his back it's us Thirteen to the third power, SPC and Street Smart's in this thugs In my veins, it's cold water If ain't murder, it's manslaughter Steppin' out the door all a nigga finna hear is gunshots The time on earth gettin' shorter, Cock it back and bust get buck I can't come out without it In the South yo mouth can get you killed A-Town, M-Town let me hear you shout it, what? Hook [Kid] Runnin' young hog nigga, you catch me buckin' nigga Screamin' ain't sayin' nuthin' they really ain't weighin' nuthin' Don't let me take my shirt off, pull my pants up No fake ass nigga, ain't tryna throw no hands up Woodrunnaz is in me nigga, got me fucked up I smoke a sherm wid my weed nigga, Nigga back the fuck up! Get it, got it baby you gotta get it good We gon' blicka, blacka, blucka Blicka, blacka good [Indo-G] This is what they told me, Turn around, stick 'em up, put ya fuckin' hands up We in here, where's the fuckin' cheese bro Optimo, plenty hoes I hustle for a livin' nigga True to what I say, ev'ryday, X'd out Sippin' tough-enex, break a nigga neck if he violate Hit the green, Remy Martin make my pupils dialate I don't give a fuck about these niggas and they hoe ass ways Slap 'em wid the yawk, nigga step before I spray the K Break 'em off wid a rat-tat-tarry yo red rum and a motherfuckin' alley where I be, naw I ain't shootin' in the air I'ma plug a slug in ya ass and nigga duck and run Call the cops, call ya boy, AT&T nigga Indo-G No love no peace, no peace no love Take it to the head like a muhfuckin thug Hook |
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