Slide on Em MO3
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[Intro]
Gang
Yeah, I'm cutthroat
BG4L (Hood with another one)
HSM
I’m still in the streets, nigga
Yeah, MO-motherfuckin' 3, nigga
[Verse 1]
Like two-o-clock, I got call my dog died, but I'm mournin’
Declined the call 'cause I been plottin' all morning how I'ma smoke 'em
Caught 'em lackin' at the club, I'm in motion, guess what I’m totin’?
Every opp I got, they know to be active 'cause I ain’t goin (Yeah)
All in traffic, did em dirty, shots fired, my window open (Bow)
Watch that nigga spin around, kept on rolling, I'm on some more shit (True Story)
He barely made it, I'm like fuck it, I'm posted up, I’m getting closer
Call all his potnas and put em up, Hocus Pocus 'cause it ain't over
Back to back we hit em up, thеy knowing what my intentions is
In the streets, bitch, I'm a judge, my opps gon' gеt this life sentence then
Check the score, the cemetery full, I done put all of them bitches in
Three bodies in the same month, that other body was on accident
I know they tired of dressin' up in them suits, well, bitch, I'm sick of them
My gorillas got the drop, just need the car, go get the windows tinted
Left a nigga brain dead, oh well, he'll never talk again
You talking to the chalker man, I chalk em out and do my dance
Gang
Yeah, I'm cutthroat
BG4L (Hood with another one)
HSM
I’m still in the streets, nigga
Yeah, MO-motherfuckin' 3, nigga
[Verse 1]
Like two-o-clock, I got call my dog died, but I'm mournin’
Declined the call 'cause I been plottin' all morning how I'ma smoke 'em
Caught 'em lackin' at the club, I'm in motion, guess what I’m totin’?
Every opp I got, they know to be active 'cause I ain’t goin (Yeah)
All in traffic, did em dirty, shots fired, my window open (Bow)
Watch that nigga spin around, kept on rolling, I'm on some more shit (True Story)
He barely made it, I'm like fuck it, I'm posted up, I’m getting closer
Call all his potnas and put em up, Hocus Pocus 'cause it ain't over
Back to back we hit em up, thеy knowing what my intentions is
In the streets, bitch, I'm a judge, my opps gon' gеt this life sentence then
Check the score, the cemetery full, I done put all of them bitches in
Three bodies in the same month, that other body was on accident
I know they tired of dressin' up in them suits, well, bitch, I'm sick of them
My gorillas got the drop, just need the car, go get the windows tinted
Left a nigga brain dead, oh well, he'll never talk again
You talking to the chalker man, I chalk em out and do my dance
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