Liq Hittaz King T (Ft. Young Maylay)

[Verse 1: King T]
Where I'm livin', they twistin' big Benz's and excursions
I reminisce the days right before I start servin'
2-11's come to mind, grab the nine, good to go
Finna run-up in the sto', everybody, hit the floor!
Palms on the ground, face down, don't make a sound
Tellin' you now, any sudden moves, I'm dumpin' off rounds
More sales on the register, popped it like a charm
Bitch, give up the grip, don't even trip the store alarm
Empty each and every money slide quick as possible
One time come, before I'm done, you a hostage, ho!
You moving too slow, my crime is on parole
And I ain't tryin' to go, so, everybody, break your billfolds
Lift up the tray and get the Franklins and grants
I want pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters and food stamps
We 'vance out the sto', smashed in the Ford
All they know, it was three niggas and one had a 'fro
Liq Hittaz!

[Interlude: King T, Young Maylay & Man]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! (Oh, my lord!)
It was nothin', I told you it was gonna be easy, we ain't have to smoke nobody!
Ooh, ay, nigga, let's go over to that stupid bitch house, nigga, and divide that- shit, what's that bitch name, homie?
I know that trick, [?]
That bitch got some titties like- ha-ha! It's [?]
Fuck that, nigga (Yeah!)
I'ma get my [?] sucked, fuck this, homie!
Open the bag (Yo, open the bag, open the bag!)
Open the bag, thinkin' about that money, boy! (Shit, I don't know about that, like, fuck [?])
Hoo, shit! (Woo!)
Fat faces, baby! (That's some [?])
Look, fat faces, baby
Man, call that bitch and tell that bitch [?], right now, homie, on me
Bitch, it's the [?]
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