Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa'
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa'
As I slip into the back of my mind
And thinkin' of gettin' caught man how could I do the time
The crime is a murder heard you fuckin' with my nig
The magnum's gonna serve ya, bitch I'm fixin to split your wig
I'm thinkin' out ways to get lose without a trace
You see without a pistol man they do not have a case
Erasin' a fool wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw the shots and I know they heard her scream
Redeem me the testimonies would not even last
In court because everybody they saw wore a mask
The blast from the gun was the hollow point tips
The kind that leave you dead in a damn perfect hit
I trips off a fool tryin' me on the for realla
He's fuckin' with a pistol packin', bitch smackin' killa'
[Chorus: x4]
As I ride through the hood with some undisputed niggas
Pain sellin', dope smokin', cold-blooded killers
Trigga, my nigga from the north Frayser area
Down with the Patster causin' mass hysteria
Well ever stoked out best we leave with no doubt
Ridin' through the other side ready to take a punk out
Assed out sucker types you gonna learn your lesson
Let me see your gangsta friends shootin' Smith and Wessons
Testin' the clan just to see if you can get enough
You's a foolish man I'll be damned if we don't fuck you up
So whassup with your posse with your fuckin' game punk
Fuckin' with these hitmen you gonna get your ass dumped
Pop the trunk, get your pump, let's see what you made of
Watch me kill a bitch with a .38 bullet slug
Sell your drugs I don't care if you a dope dealer
Best pack a pistol bitch cause I'm a killer
[Chorus: x2]
You say I need to take care of my business
Well why are you pussy-eatin' motherfuckers in it
You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6
Real niggas that don't fall all over bullshit
I'm tired of these motherfuckers lickin' and my Joesta
Let me ride up on ya with the tec and Imma show ya
You don't know me well punk bitch nigga bring it on
Niggas don't fight no more junk niggas carry tones
I tried to be done at first now I'm just another devil
Walkin' with a psychotic mind and a piece of metal
[Chorus: x4]
[Chorus]: x3] Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa' Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa' As I slip into the back of my mind And thinkin' of gettin' caught man how could I do the time The crime is a murder heard you fuckin' with my nig The magnum's gonna serve ya, bitch I'm fixin to split your wig I'm thinkin' out ways to get lose without a trace You see without a pistol man they do not have a case Erasin' a fool wait until he leaves the house Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene Witnesses saw the shots and I know they heard her scream Redeem me the testimonies would not even last In court because everybody they saw wore a mask The blast from the gun was the hollow point tips The kind that leave you dead in a damn perfect hit I trips off a fool tryin' me on the for realla He's fuckin' with a pistol packin', bitch smackin' killa' [Chorus: x4] As I ride through the hood with some undisputed niggas Pain sellin', dope smokin', cold-blooded killers Trigga, my nigga from the north Frayser area Down with the Patster causin' mass hysteria Well ever stoked out best we leave with no doubt Ridin' through the other side ready to take a punk out Assed out sucker types you gonna learn your lesson Let me see your gangsta friends shootin' Smith and Wessons Testin' the clan just to see if you can get enough You's a foolish man I'll be damned if we don't fuck you up So whassup with your posse with your fuckin' game punk Fuckin' with these hitmen you gonna get your ass dumped Pop the trunk, get your pump, let's see what you made of Watch me kill a bitch with a .38 bullet slug Sell your drugs I don't care if you a dope dealer Best pack a pistol bitch cause I'm a killer [Chorus: x2] You say I need to take care of my business Well why are you pussy-eatin' motherfuckers in it You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6 Real niggas that don't fall all over bullshit I'm tired of these motherfuckers lickin' and my Joesta Let me ride up on ya with the tec and Imma show ya You don't know me well punk bitch nigga bring it on Niggas don't fight no more junk niggas carry tones I tried to be done at first now I'm just another devil Walkin' with a psychotic mind and a piece of metal [Chorus: x4] Explain Request ×
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