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3X Krazy - Pistols Blazin lyrics
Featuring Yukmouth, Dru Down, Swoop G, Cydal] Ha, ha. Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. Verse 1 *(Bart)* I fold the cash then I hit away juss a thug fo the money, no love hit 'em up wit the blast put him in a bag, an wrap him.... up. Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* It's all business so when the picture come bouncin off yo head don't take it personal money makin needs no rehearsin no nigga will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders. Verse 3 *(Bart)* Mobb killaz connected from block to block re-caulk the glock reset the dot heatas Beamers repeat from Turf achievers. Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* We take action verses talk is cheap you gonna believe us time to floss wit me cut off the weak you won't decieve us let us mechandise an murderise any an all many will fall. Verse 5 *(Bart)* It's juss an O.G. call made from the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin ass dip they bodies in the bag I hope I get to lastin in this game of cash. Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* It's paraphanalia not parinoid you fuckin wit a pair of boys that'll pump yo body full of lead an watch it swell up like we got no conscience. Verse 7 *(Bart)* Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I got claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock surround yo weave head fuckin wit the weave head get left wit p head I bet ya violent click talkin all that lip when you was wit my click an get shit. Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* Head split an ass kicked in chin shattered an nobody could recognize you when they found ya an they still don't know who downed ya. Verse 9 *(Bart)* This shit is deeper than you think wit a straight face lay down an come up off them cavy case slow down better pump yo brakes don't know my click from a can of paint these niggaz won't last when I buck one in that ass an hit the gate I seen two more escape. Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2 It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas an it's amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas when pistols blazin. Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)* Cashin 'em like fresh over fresh I'm in the Benz massagin a bitches my rivalry rushed out to get some ends build the twins nigga I love them bitch half Benz strugglin off that gin hoes at the bus stop wanna get in but they foot soliders not swangin like a Nova plus them niggaz ain't tight to make a right an pull my 600 over juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang hit 'em in the back whatever remained so the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt an swang yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age for the nigga I said "I didn't love yo punk ass an plus I'm tired of the pain" like Cameo this shit is strange a nigga doin a dude to get his whole neck an head rearranged Mobb members, make niggaz think about what they doin watch what you pursuin fuck around an get yo whole career ruined. *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)* Listen uh little boys an girls listen to me it is I that you see gettin high niggas be gettin by on these streets do or die on these streets hit 'em high meet defeat wit 'em tied across the feet niggaz lie beneath the creek many try but don't eat much food unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex FUCK SCHOOL let's jet live an direct the Yay Area, they carry a 4-5 an a Tech when they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave no witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage an niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up handcuffed an made to lay down circumstances to skanless, manless to slang a gang strapped down my shit be fully greased up hits the mutha fuckin streets up cuz niggas ain't takin no beat ups they re-up wit the heatas leaders of the new school but we don't bust a rhyme we bust a nine mutha fuckas find nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel Mobb material scratch off the serial number fuckin balistic so roll to the riches fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts bubblicious Yuk booku bucks my niggaz will shoot you up. *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 12 *(Swoop G)* Now what these niggaz tryin to do? Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool? If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West when it come to gun play there's no contest I leave you wit two holes one in yo dome one in yo chest an Elliot Ness he wouldn't have made it on the West and yes I know you mutha fuckas heard about us cuz we was all on the news fo Mobb-Style murders I crack a fool on top of his head wit a strap told his bitch to come over here she sat on my lap man this Mobb shit ain't never been no joke you headed straight for the pen or you end up smoked that's why I keep a heater on my passengers seat an I'm Mobb Affiliated uh, uh I know you hate it I rather be caught with my heater then wit out my heater it's juss a misdemenor. Verse 13 *(Eclipse)* I'm crackin backs like a chiropractor come see a Cydal factor get off yo block when rifles splatter come across wit a rival chapter don't be afraid to be blastin an don't know nothin bout lastin an if he flashin we gassin him an leavin his ass in a wagon the last dragon we smashin imagine missin in action I hit his ass for his cabbage an dissapeared like Aladdin an trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin cave niggas that came wit the pistols I got missles and hand grenades an some troopers wit bazookaz ready to shoot you do you in crushin boulders wit soldiers cook it an make it pure again it's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness whenever the dark hits I feel my heart get to beatin an you bustas be my target PM it's cold heart. *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 14 *(Dru Down)* We use no parinoia or dedication to our paper it's so deep the paraphanalia to the Mobb love to creep our elevations is racin up to the top non-stop wit a caulked back glock then hop into some cut to then nigga skirt-skirt you notice I juss do some dirt I puttin in work I hit them were it hurt crack yo spine time instead of hittin 'em wit my nine I'm strictly wit this hit Mobb shit Bitch! Recognize what a mutha fucka do is steal right between your eyes the nigga was dead before he died I slide to the next scene to the next route I'm speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters an to my Mobb soldiers no one can fold us readin the weakness like some Black Jack if niggas can't handle it they get stomped from that Mobb attack an if you come back from that stompin lay low got 'em hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire. Verse 15 *(Ager Man)* It's A-G-E once again pullin you niggas hoe cards strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches tryin to act hard it ain't nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me I went from sellin coke on the block to doin robberies to 'luffin yo ass stuffin yo ass up in a trunk punk caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk too soon for 'em shoulda had a tomb for 'em non-ass solider niggas there'd be no room for 'em when Pistols Blazin |
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