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Tec-9 - U-Throw-1 lyrics
Chorus: You wanna floss with yo guns? Nigga you show one I show one You wanna have a lil' fun You throw one I throw one Automatic weapons spin in the midst of the night Infra red bout to show me some light Verse One: {Tec-9 Put yo guns down partner I got yo back You show me where the drama at and I'm a go and handle that Fa'real, I ready a show you how blocka block the spot with the glock Leave the terrace up in the slot and rip the building's in the block Well if I place the red dot that's where a nigga try'na hit ya and If I place it up in your chest better believe it's gonna split ya and stand on Top of the situation obligated to get ya now ya learn Then chopper bullets really be burnin' just comin' the Top dog of the game bangin' body's I drop cock knot I'm a get ya hot cock glock nigga in a knot Strong as that hen on the rock Hit ya flesh with lead you down with the best dog Cuz none of my shots went straight for the head Chorus Verse Two: {Tec-9 It's yella tapin' white chalk season How many missin' you've been chosen for no special reason Make a decision, get out the way bullets fly Duck City on the set run take cover I ain't to picky bout the body's I wet I'm wanted in three states for murder under the capital law One stabbin', one self defense, and a plain old slaughter Order be hot to go to jail but I'm not Order to be scared to show my face but I'm not So I can take you to the spot where I first pulled the trigger I knew I'll never be the same I be loadin' and cockin' knockin' shit from a nigga brain Down with ski masks and dark glasses Nigga that's the way we do it I handle my business pullin' the trigger ain't a Damn thing to it attack a nigga when it comes down To combat i don't want to be around that Detach a nigga we think about failin' I can't be havin' that I'm dealin' with the best of Killers be ready to ride no eye witness left behind Go and testify nigga be cut throat with each other no lie Yo life in danger when it's time to ride you drive So I can have the better angle Killers be killers by model not thinkin' Straight when I'm on the bottle You throw one and I'm a throw one and All my nigga gonna follow Chorus Verse Three: {Tec-9 You wanna throw one Roll up the gun and let me blow one Five niggas packed tight in the back seat of my hoopty Made the loop around my corner who's the first To bust on these niggas empty the click cuz We came to put the hurt on these niggas Black attire when I'm creepin' on ya Givin' you the slightest ideal that Tec is bustin' on ya mysterious Leavin' innoicent by-standers curious Some be furious you know my nigga from Uptown like to kidnap kids Hold 'em for the ransom then they come with the end Murder Murder I be one you love to have on your team Nigga's shit you give me the right price and I'm a Handle my biz it's not gonna take nothin' For me to creep down and dump on these niggas Wanna make sure the job's done right and use The pump on these niggas One time for all my dope fiends cramped up doin' bad Bout's to hook up on they bitch ass For the stash and the cash Only my real niggas click tight and professional snipers Love the situations, love the situations I'm facin' nigga's steady keep on chasin' but them Choppers be erasin' You wanna throw one Roll up the gun and let me blow one Five niggas packed tight in the back seat of my hoopty Made the loop around my corner who's the first To bust on these niggas emepty the click cuz Chorus Yeah nigga, you pull yo shit I'm a pull my shit Automatic weapons baby |
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