[Verse 1: Misdemeanor]
Oh shit, here I come, droppin' them bombs full of that redrum
Creepin' up on a nigga, with that motherfuckin' shotgun
Player hatin' niggas call me clean, 'cause it makes me mad
That's why every night I make some trick stare into the mask
I'm from the north, so nigga claim your motherfuckin' set
If you ain't from the north, then I'ma break your fuckin' neck in half
As I laugh, from the motherfuckin' gun blast
Prepare to meet your maker
In that motherfuckin' body bag
[Verse 2: Z-Dogg]
Them Hilltop niggas ain't shit to be fucked with
We stickin' and stabbin' you bitches and makin' hoes real quick
We on the block, we sellin' that weed
We chiefin' quarter pounds, so stand your ground
Player hatin' niggas don't come around
Them Hilltop niggas don't fuck with you player haters
We sportin' them gators and makin' that shit get greater later
We tote non stop, we sportin' them Locs
Big boy blunts, we smoke
We on the track, we sellin' that crack, keepin' our pockets fat
Z-Dogg's in the house, I'm kickin' it with the Gimisum
We make you numb, my nigga redrum got that Tommy Gun
The Hilltop click is in this bitch, we leave you in a ditch
I'm like Lil Debo, I'll smack you like a punk ass bitch
Oh shit, here I come, droppin' them bombs full of that redrum
Creepin' up on a nigga, with that motherfuckin' shotgun
Player hatin' niggas call me clean, 'cause it makes me mad
That's why every night I make some trick stare into the mask
I'm from the north, so nigga claim your motherfuckin' set
If you ain't from the north, then I'ma break your fuckin' neck in half
As I laugh, from the motherfuckin' gun blast
Prepare to meet your maker
In that motherfuckin' body bag
[Verse 2: Z-Dogg]
Them Hilltop niggas ain't shit to be fucked with
We stickin' and stabbin' you bitches and makin' hoes real quick
We on the block, we sellin' that weed
We chiefin' quarter pounds, so stand your ground
Player hatin' niggas don't come around
Them Hilltop niggas don't fuck with you player haters
We sportin' them gators and makin' that shit get greater later
We tote non stop, we sportin' them Locs
Big boy blunts, we smoke
We on the track, we sellin' that crack, keepin' our pockets fat
Z-Dogg's in the house, I'm kickin' it with the Gimisum
We make you numb, my nigga redrum got that Tommy Gun
The Hilltop click is in this bitch, we leave you in a ditch
I'm like Lil Debo, I'll smack you like a punk ass bitch
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