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Tommy Wright III - Last Alternative lyrics
f/ La Chat, Project Pimp Hook: Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows (2x) [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin' die Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by, You survive, that's a lie, fifty niggas standin' on the corna watchin' every muthafuckn' move you make, Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate, Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga break Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin' Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast, Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin' big, got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance" But not me, on my tone, get the phone Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest Prove it to me, do a street sweep, Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest, Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants Wasn't shit different when I moved in South Memphis for the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin' Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0, Still on parole can't catch another case, Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood go to war with the world if I gotta, Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed, Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter Hook (1x) [Verse 2: La Chat] Hoppin' on these bitches, leavin' 'em wid stitches Reason why I do these funky hoes, If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on cause La Chat still won't go, Cappin' all these suckas, fillin' these bustas Shoot 'em to the ground wid my nine that I tote Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin' pimpin' Best believe that's a motherfuckin' lesson hoe Beatin' these bitches to the ground, That's my hobby I like to do, Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot, Threaten my fuckin' life hoe that's a no no you lil silly hoe, You one hoe, that I know that done know, that your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go, Evil signs I do not see, it's just the hatred in my blood It's just me when I feel the need I'm poppin' them motherfuckin' slugs Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames Know this anna's on my mind, it keep me doin' a fuckin' crime Never like caught, slippin' bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin' nine Got some anamosity, here's my fuckin' do' key Get that shit up off your chest My 20 guage track will handle the rest Hook (1x) [Project Pimp] I gotta be makin' that cash, the bigga my stash I put on my halloween mask, Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets Makin' them lemons lay down in the grass My weapon I'm grippin' ain't no time for slippin' The Pimp and I'm all about makin' that cheese, Robber who robbin' them bitches for riches and dumpin' ain't no stoppin till I get some kis, Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans and take care my family through problems, Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and Terrel Some playas who down to go robbin', Think that I'm flodgin' don't slip and get killed by them bullets that fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain Got me straight doin' thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch 'em slip No mercy for suckas and bustas when I'm on my hustle I take care ah my business off top, Regardless whoever that nigga might be when I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin' that glock, It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low, I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggas who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on 'em low [Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin' life, Roll them dice, get a side bet Tommy best shot betta aim that I get, Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers Where I'm from niggas come wid pistols Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em Tommy don't love 'em it was only fuck phonies Six feet to me ain't deep Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat, Really don't give a fuck, nail it to your nuts Everyday parlay sun down, sun up Niggas don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait, Murder show at twelve can't be late, Fuck scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin' when the damage is done, do away wid the gun On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z, Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, fuck tha police Hook (1x) [Tommy Wright III] Dig that, Memphis niggas ain't scrappin' no more Especially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin' we cappin' It's on like cap, BIOTCH! |
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