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Sho - Mississippi lyrics
Yeah! This one goin' out to all the hustlers out there... Runnin' that shit back and forth, handlin' their business... Do what it takes to make it...Me and willie d about to take a trip to mississippi on your ass...Check it out! Mississippi here I come with three keys My boys in the car full of fire arms I gotta make that drop I gotta outer-state plates so the cops are real hot I'm off on no vacation I'm not supposed to leave the state because I'm on probation I need a driver but who can I trust? Not Greyhound they got norks on the bus I need somebody with some balls who wont slip Because I'm payin' 900 for this big trip Got my boys and everything's on so far Need a fiend with a creditcard To rip the call, gave the fiend the 8 He was sold, loaded up the ride Now it's time to hit the road But here comes the tough part I got a road to Louisiana, the dopeman's graveyard So I stopped poppin' no dopes Roadin' through hell I can't afford to have my eyes close Now I'm gettin' paranoid, spotted new folks And they was comin' up real hard so I had to play it cool Put on my seat belt and waved at them damn fools Lifted my seat back putted on my locs And told the driver dont stop till you get around some black folks Back in road, I got somethin' to eat Down me a forty and got right back in the streets Drove for a while, now we finally here Took me a shower, fresh clothes, now I need a bed Made a call to make sure that the drop was right Cause I dont transact no dope at night I kinda thought somethin' was wrong Cause the fool I was callin' he haven't his ass at home But hell I let it pass I left him message and told to get back real fast See, my boys want some brew and some butt After all this drivin' Sho had to bust a nut Waxed the ass then I watched some TV, gee I got a call around three I set the drop off to twelve noon I did the freak again and put her straight out of my room Up the next morning, paid for the rooms we had Loaded up my nine and rolled to the fool path Got to his cribI told my boys: "Don't kill him low! Give him the dope! Collect my money! We gonna hit the road!" Put the dope on the table, started countin' my money But somethin' was wrong, I'm feelin' kinda funny Like this clown was starvin' for time The whole whileI had my hand on the crome-plated nine Yeah, I think it's time for Sho to leave I took one step and heard: "Freeze! Don't breath!" And out of the blue comes the things my mother said: "I be in jail! All this dope would have me dead!" I can still see my baby mama on the floor On her hands and knees beggin' me not to go Had my mind on the grip Could paid any hustler in the hood to take the trip Didn't wanna spend that extra paper Bein' greedy got me gaught up in this caper Now i'm face-down for the second time Damn! I should had followed my first mind Because now I'm in the cell where i'm gonna die And Mississippi they get two years for P.I. And the judge wont set a bail I'm gaught up in this trap, the redneck hell It had to be a set-up, see Because the snitch I dropped the dope to was runnin' around town free While his bosses still stairin' me But sits won't last Because when I get out here I'm a bust a cap in his punk ass And till then I gotta stair these walls Cause my moms phone don't except collect calls County jumpers and some slippers I'm stucked no luck I should known from the start it was a set-up... |
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