Single $0.75
Album $8
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #872
Peak in subgenre #20
Author
birdtweezy
Rights
http:birdtweezy.my-place.com
Uploaded
September 30, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:43
Lyrics
a lot a b*** es dead an think they fly but im a pimp an i aint even gotta try talk sh** an die last thing ull c is a drive by cause i leave u smokin pistols totten an ya whole chest open an if u f*** wit misterp u gotta f*** wit me cause i blast gats for all my g's an if u f*** wit baker u be in the ground an acre murk so many b*** es they call me the undertaker u f*** wit ozzy i get the shotty an leave nuttin but holes in ya body u f*** wit dunsmoke i dont even joke u b*** es dont come close an if ur better than most ill call my homeboy lofe cause me him skitty kitty an grimmet aint bout sh** but takin care a bussines
sayin u gangsta wat the f*** is u thinkin/maybe ur vision is blurred, wut the f*** is u drinkin/
y u keepin stealin other rappas sh** /u get sprayed up wit a whole clipjus meet me in person an ill murk ya whole click
u tryin to copy sh** to get ur ass some fame/spit ur own sh** , b*** , stay true to da game/
You play wit bb gunz while I pop chrome hammersYou dat nail dat need hittin so I get mo hammers
sh** ' i spit is so hot its like my 'ass' is on fire hectic lyrics taking you higher making emcees retire
know im on some otha sh** -got guns issued by da government a ar wit da extended clip an a rubba grip~
real g's do what they want and b*** es jus follow and if you dont agree then suck my dick and swallow~
and yes in fact im glad ta be back back ya boy tweezy i got my game back in tact~
i fell down an u thought that was dat but i stayed on my feet comin wit cats an gats
b*** es hatin on a g and i wonder why/ hitem wit the 38 and watchem die/ aint the type a h*** that lie/ im tha type a pimp that stay flashy and fly/ i carry big guns to settle my beef/ i hit u wit a that thang then u goin to sleep/
im from ohio home of tha slangas b*** // dont f*** around cause the aim is sick// cause commin to the bpt mean u in some dangerous sh** //
these b*** es talkin gangsta but im sayin please son all u fagots gon need guns// cause even the army,navy,airforce an the marines got need some
im only 17 hustlin all the time// been flippin and movin crack since the age a 9//
but on tha real these cats better recognize cause hollow tips take tha skin off his head so im leaven em circumcized//
an, when people battle me, all they do is start b*** in/cause ill beat em even know they sh** was prewritten
F*** wit me an these bullets you TASTE-thats what you FAKES get when you HATE-50 shells in ya FACE-I got Ki's but not tha kind that open a SAFE-i got the kind that can get a snitch cut off at tha WAIST/
see me-i wont stop until im NUMBA ONE-an i NEVA RUN when im scared i jus buy a bigger GUN/
an im Better than tha REST Thats why i aim for ya CHEST wit pointed tips that rip thru ya VEST/
Red tee an BLACK SHOES-when im aimin AT YOU-my bullets burn an leave marks in ya skin like TATOOS/
wanna know whut i SLANG-jus check tha NAME-BIG tweezy runnin-the game I BANG like no otha I choke you out wit my CHAIN an the heater pop ya top so police hafta pick up ya BRAIN/ an when i kill it seems SERIAL-otha rappers need new MATERIAL-cause everytime i spray i kill 99.9% like ANTI-BACTERIAL/
