Hook: Tommy Wright III
Gunshots, gunshots
That`s all I`m hearin` is them
Gunshots, gunshots
Them niggas runnin` from them
Gunshots, gunshots
Can`t go to sleep cause I hear
Gunshots, gunshots
Twenty four seven I hear
[Blik, black, blucka]
Nigga back the fuck up
(4x)
[PSK-13]
I break bread, and lay my head in Southside hi-zaw
Where dice games have these niggas offside shootin`
If these shoot motors could talk, shit they`ll charge ya for game
And hustle hatas only out to slaughter ya name
PSK that ain`t the factor in it, and we don`t act up
Blick, black, bluck nigga back the fuck up
Hatin` niggas gettin` dealt wit, on some cap peel shit
Bluesteel snubnose what I kill wid
You know I, hold down blocks like a C-O
Roll down blocks like a G-O,
Nigga what the deal, original, down south hustla
I`m still out here hustlin`,
That plaque ain`t nuthin` playboy
I strictly do business by the code ah these streets
When niggas violate that same nigga see the sheets
It`s hell to pay the captain, and I mean that shit partna,
And you can tell by the way I`m wettin` it, gunshots
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[K-Roc]
How many motherfuckin` niggas out there done, heard ah K-Roc
You fuckin` wid a Street Smart connection now, bitch I`m on yo block
Where them niggas at, hangin` out the window
Get `em, hit `em, split `em, *drrrr,drrrr*
Pull up on the side ah the car
Nigga done come wid a big ass pistol
Bitch, bitch.. raise them motherfuckin` hands like FAST!
Shit, shit.. this Street Smart click WHOOO!
When a nigga wettin` come get me T,
I`ll show these niggas what`s up wid me
Lock and load, put `em in the test mode
You motherfuckin` hoe, oh noooo!
[Tommy III]
I lay my head in Memphis, where they be killin` drug dealin`
Niggas get shot out chillin`,takin` up smoke just to cope
wid the fact that a nigga can`t survive if he don`t got a gat
Leave a nigga nigga flat on his back it`s us
Thirteen to the third power, SPC and Street Smart`s in this thugs
In my veins, it`s cold water
If ain`t murder, it`s manslaughter
Steppin` out the door all a nigga finna hear is gunshots
The time on earth gettin` shorter,
Cock it back and bust get buck
I can`t come out without it
In the South yo mouth can get you killed
A-Town, M-Town let me hear you shout it, what?
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[Kid]
Runnin` young hog nigga, you catch me buckin` nigga
Screamin` ain`t sayin` nuthin` they really ain`t weighin` nuthin`
Don`t let me take my shirt off, pull my pants up
No fake ass nigga, ain`t tryna throw no hands up
Woodrunnaz is in me nigga, got me fucked up
I smoke a sherm wid my weed nigga, Nigga back the fuck up!
Get it, got it baby you gotta get it good
We gon` blicka, blacka, blucka
Blicka, blacka good
[Indo-G]
This is what they told me,
Turn around, stick `em up, put ya fuckin` hands up
We in here, where`s the fuckin` cheese bro
Optimo, plenty hoes I hustle for a livin` nigga
True to what I say, ev`ryday, X`d out
Sippin` tough-enex, break a nigga neck if he violate
Hit the green, Remy Martin make my pupils dialate
I don`t give a fuck about these niggas and they hoe ass ways
Slap `em wid the yawk, nigga step before I spray the K
Break `em off wid a rat-tat-tarry yo red rum and a motherfuckin` alley
where I be, naw I ain`t shootin` in the air
I`ma plug a slug in ya ass and nigga duck and run
Call the cops, call ya boy, AT&T nigga Indo-G
No love no peace, no peace no love
Take it to the head like a muhfuckin thug
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