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Lyrics: Voice: what the f***? Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die. Voice: aaaagh agh [mack] I went from inglewood to h-town tryin' to put the hustle down But I could already tell these bi*** niggas wanna clown Like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll & I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code I'm fed up that's it that's all f*** that get it get it & since he bullsh**ted & ran with it A murder must be committed Now the kidnap got to go down In other words I got to steal him Then put the pistol to his grill & c*** the hammer back & kill him [face] We finna (get him) & once we (get him) Gotta make a statement He f***ed the family Man to respect 'em we gotta waste him No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement Then find his momma so she can help us find her baby Nigga are you crazy? We don't bullsh** when it comes to payday They f*** with face they Don't let me catch you on the highway Or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that Nigga you delinquent we on yo' ass like that Chorus You delinquent muthaf***a give up the pink slip We got to kill who you drink with We got to blast who you think with A money murder A money murder We got to hurt ya We got to hurt ya [face] Caught his ass slippin' at a parkin' lot Red dot marks the spot I'm trippin' on how hard he got He got some bi***es in the front seat smilin' When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin' Paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0 Dippin' disrespected pimpin' mack 10 trippin' Loadin' up the stainless .44 grip & The trigger off his finger finna start clickin' [mack] Aww f***<overlaps with>ain't that a bi*** This nigga actin' like I'm some type of sucka I'll tell you what face you drive When I blast this muthaf***a Done took my last weed crop money So you know we through g Dog I been around too many hogs To let a punk nigga do me I give a f*** what you claim Where you from & who you know Nigga touch my dough fa sho Ya get a blow from the .44 So let his neck go brad It ain't no need to choke the nigga Just close ya ears & get back homeboy I'm finna choke the trigga <gunshot> [face] <whispering> aiight there he go <gunshot> There that bi*** go <gunshot> Come on come on let'sgo <gunshot> Heyniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgo Chorus [mack] If a rider need his heat 'cause it's cold outside We gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride So I stuff the clip of the .45 cause I gotta survive & the niggas that's jive they end up dead on the rise All pi**y & sh**ty victims of the hoo bang committee When mack & face get down it's like a polinity Straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent & blowin holes in what you think with Of niggas that's delinquent [face] Hey so when a nigga shoot you nine man, A nigga gon need to get that money, whati'msayin'? When a nigga shoot you half a bird, A nigga gon need to get that money. Nigga wadn't bullsh**tin' when he fronted it to you. So don't bullsh** when it come to payin a muthaf***a. Aiight? you delinquent. Can I get my muthaf***in' ends nigga? Chorus We got to get you for that dollar bill (2x) We got to get you for this dollar bill We got to get yo' ass dollar bill A money murder A money murder We are going to hurt you nigga. A money murder A money murder (give it up) More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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