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Mr. Lucci - If I Have To lyrics
f/ Mr. Pookie, Munchie * send corrections to the typist [Mr. Lucci] Aw dawg you shoulda seen it man 20 G's in a duffel bag 18 on his piece and chain 14 on his piny ring All dis and a boss bitch Flawless big time mac 4 Rolls nigga 4 Lacs Plus a Kimi Jag all on top of that Do you feel a jack [Mr. Pookie] Oh I feel a jack Playa do you have to ask that See I'm the type of crook nigga that'll run around And make ya money hand stack Lock and load I'm a mad cat Grab his ho where the stash at Man lemme call Munchie so I can let him about this cash stack [Munchie] Get yo ass back don't be playin nigga Fo da dolla green I'll kill a nigga Loced out dressed in all black Wit a stolen Lac and a feather trigger Wit my pockets broke and no where to go Clutchin up on this calico Give me a time and a destination No reason why we can't jack dis ho [Mr. Lucci] Don't say no mo now its on bro Gimme two days fo the info So I can find out where he spend dough And I can find out who his kinfolk Get his shit broke and get his shit tore If we pull it fast and we pull it slow Just play it cool and stick low Cause this here fixin kick though Chorus Now if I have to I'm gon have to mash some niggaz Now if I have to I'm gon have to blast some niggaz Now if I need to I'm gon have to grasp some triggers and spalsh some spiggas Just to make my cash get bigger Now if I have to I'm gon have to bang some doors Now if I have to I'm gon have to stain some clothes Now if I need to I'm gon have to claim some souls endanger bows Just to get some stranger's dough [Mr. Pookie] Time to get situated baby Plan dis shit we anticipatin So anxious gotta think this Lucci where them niggaz been chillin lately Who his friends we eliminatin [Mr. Lucci] Well I know its Dave and I know its Payton [Mr. Pookie] How the hell they communicatin Will they play shit in the mist of takin Maybe they just some niggaz fakin [Mr. Lucci] We'll find out if its handshakin I don't give a fuck cause I'm still breakin And I'm boilin hot like I'm sittin wit Satan [Mr. Pookie] Now yo heart racin and you tired of waitin But slow yo roll lets plan this shit Get the getaway car and a route to leave Grab the guns and the gas to leave Move swiftly and quickly Rush the place get what we need [Munchie] All thats fine and dandy my nigga Just let me know what time is we Gon hit the lick grab the cash and flee 7:30 is the time to ride ok meet me at the crib I'm gon grab the K [Mr. Lucci] Do you need all that heat [Munchie] Naw just in case [Mr. Lucci] Can't leave no traces gotta work and move duck and hide while we out on the side Scramble and look for the finest prize If they say this in crook then we organized [Munchie] Lets ride out now scope the place If the shit look safe then take the place Grab the K nigga shoot to kill If they move too fast nigga blood'll spill Chorus [Mr. Lucci] No backin down now its on fool Grab the black mask and the chrome tools I done peeped the leave he home alone fool Lets gon ahead and start stormin through [Mr. Pookie] I'm bombin whoever try to leave I'm gon blast the gat and make they body freeze Got his wide open like he can't believe I want the money, dope, and the pounds of weed [Mr.Lucci] Through the back door we creep slow Wit our mind on mo Treadin silently but so steady Tryin to see where the most chedda at [Mr. Pookie] Betta be on playa I see him in there Tryin to reach for his tool But he hit the flo when he see the big gun I tote Bitch don't make a move [Munchie] No time to lose we done infiltrated the room So we gotta move quick Grab the bags watch a quick nigga flip Cocked and aimed so you betta not trip What the fuck is this this ain't no damn cheese So open ya mouth get up on ya knees [Mr. Lucci] Man save ya breath let me please Mmmmph bitch now gimme what I need [Munchie] Don't fuck wit me don't play no games Get yo neck broke and yo heart stained Fo dis fuckin bag wit dis money in it I'll kill yo ass bitch [Mr. Lucci] Where its at bitch where it is What you think this a fuckin game Take one from the head boy to the black vase on the nightstand And I ain't stoppin till I see his blood drain Whole body on hull man Skull drug from the bathroom to the bedroom to the damn sink [Mr.Pookie] Lets check this place have you looked around Cause I'm hearin sounds like his homeboys From the second floor where they came from We all bent in so we can't run [Munchie] Crooks load guns we on ad now We done blew the safe got the cash now I'm behind the door tryin to blast the four Got the red dot right up on his throat Thats three mo don't worry hey you can laugh it off Cause I got the K ready to blast these fools away Like a tube of raid we straight now Chorus |
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