3x krazy – pistols blazin lyrics
ha, ha, eh, eh, eh, eh, get out my face
check it, mobb sh-t, b-tch, lynch mobb mane
eh, eh, the lu-luniz, 3 times, me ager man
bart, let me turn up the heat man
dig it the m.o.b., baby, i’m so hurt
fa sheezy, fa sheez
i fold the cash then i hit away
just a thug for the money, no love
hit ’em up wit the blast
put him in a bag and wrap him up
it’s all business, so when the picture come
bouncin’ off yo’ head don’t take it personal
money makin’ needs no rehearsin’
no n-gg- will come wit disrespect
and leave wit they head on they shoulders
mobb, killaz connected from block to block
re-caulk the glock, reset the dot
heatas beamers repeat from turf achievers
we take action verses talk is cheap
you gonna believe us time to floss wit me
cut off the weak, you won’t deceive us
let us merchandise an murderise
any and all many will fall
it’s just an o.g. call, made from the b
when i step up, i bet you, mr. sick is gonna get to creep
i gets to blastin’ -ss dip they bodies in the bag
i hope i get to lastin’ in this game of cash
it’s paraphernalia, not paranoid
you f-ckin’ wit a pair of boys
that’ll pump yo’ body full of lead
and watch it swell up like we got no conscience
’cause it ain’t no spraya like the one i got
claimin’ you just a playa but the fakas i sock
surround yo’ weave head f-ckin’ wit the weave head
get left wit p head, i bet you violent click
talkin’ all that lip when you was wit my click an get sh-t
head split an -ss kicked in, chin shattered
and n-body could recognize you when they found you
and they still don’t know who downed you
this sh-t is deeper than you think wit a straight face
lay down an come up off them cavy case slow down
better pump yo’ brakes, don’t know my click from a can of paint
these n-gg-z won’t last when i buck one in that -ss
and hit the gate, i seen two more escape
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
cashin’ ’em like fresh over fresh
i’m in the benz m-ssagin’ a b-tches my rivalry
rushed out to get some ends build the twins
n-gg-, i love them b-tch half benz strugglin’ off that gin
hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
but they foot soliders not sw-ngin’ like a nova
plus them n-gg-z ain’t tight to make a right an pull my 600 over
just as i left i looked to the corner of my eye that it’s them
same n-gg-z that bucked at me but it wasn’t my time to die
ah, pull out my thang hit ’em in the back whatever remained
so the b-tch stay out my business an let the benzo skirt
and sw-ng yellin’ mobb, clouded wit age for the n-gg- i said
“i didn’t love yo punk -ss and plus i’m tired of the pain”
like cameo this sh-t is strange a n-gg- doin’ a dude
to get his whole neck an head rearranged, mobb members
make n-gg-z think about what they doin’, watch what you pursuin’
f-ck around and get yo’ whole career ruined
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
listen, uh, little boys and girls listen to me
it is i that you see gettin’ high n-gg-s be
gettin’ by on these streets, do or die on these streets
hit ’em high meet defeat wit ’em tied across the feet
n-gg-z lie beneath the creek
many try but don’t eat much food
unless i run wit a fool that picks me up in a lex
f-ck school, let’s jet live an direct the yay area
they carry a 4-5 an a tech
when they bury you they p-ssin’ on the side of you grave
no witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage
and n-gg-s be gettin’ pepper sprayed up
handcuffed and made to lay down circ-mstances
to skanless, manless to slang a gang
strapped down my sh-t be fully greased up
’cause n-gg-s ain’t takin’ no beat ups
they re-up wit the heatas leaders of the new school
but we don’t bust a rhyme we bust a nine motherf-ckers find
nine’s under the bridge in the pacific tunnel mobb material
scratch off the serial number f-ckin’ ballistic
so roll to the riches f-ck hoes, b-tches, an sl-ts
bubblicious yuk, booku bucks, my n-gg-z will shoot you up.
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
now what these n-gg-z tryin’ to do?
get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool
if not i suggest you get the f-ck up out the west
when it come to gun play there’s no contest
i leave you wit two holes one in yo’ dome
one in yo’ chest and elliot ness
he wouldn’t have made it on the west
and yes, i know you motherf-ckers heard about us
’cause we was all on the news for mobb-style murders
i crack a fool on top of his head wit a strap
told his b-tch to come over here she sat on my lap
man, this mobb sh-t ain’t never been no joke
you headed straight for the pen or you end up smoked
that’s why i keep a heater on my p-ssengers seat
and i’m mobb affiliated, uh, uh, i know you hate it
i rather be caught with my heater
then wit out my heater it’s just a misdemeanor
i’m crackin’ backs like a chiropractor
come see a cydal factor
get off yo’ block when rifles splatter
come across wit a rival chapter
don’t be afraid to be blastin’
and don’t know nothin’ ’bout lastin’
and if he flashin’ we g-ssin’ him
and leavin’ his -ss in a wagon the last dragon
we smashin’, imagine missin’ in action
i hit his -ss for his cabbage and disappeared like aladdin
and trappin’ his -ss inside a motherf-ckin’ cave
biggas that came wit the pistols
i got missiles and hand grenades
and some troopers wit bazookas
ready to shoot you do you in
crushin’ boulders wit soldiers
cook it an make it pure again
it’s your friend the prince of darkness
whenever the dark hits i feel my heart get
to beatin’ and you bustas be my target
pm it’s cold heart
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
it ain’t no room for no non–ss soldier n-gg-s
and it’s amazin’ how the heat bring out the hoe in n-gg-s
when pistols blazin
we use no paranoia or dedication to our paper it’s so deep
the paraphernalia to the mobb love to creep
our elevations is racin’ up to the top, non stop wit a caulked
back glock then hop into some cut to then n-gg- skirt-skirt
you notice i just do some dirt, i puttin’ in work
i hit them were it hurt crack yo’ spine time
instead of hittin’ ’em wit my nine
i’m strictly wit this h-t mobb sh-t, b-tch
recognize what a motherf-cker do is steal
right between your eyes the n-gg- was dead before he died
i slide to the next scene to the next route
i’m speakin’ on what i just did at the head quarters
and to my mobb soldiers no one can fold us
readin’ the weakness like some black jack
if n-gg-s can’t handle it, they get stomped from that mobb attack
and if you come back from that stompin’, lay low
got ’em, hard headed n-gg-s will get they head put on fire
it’s a g e once again, pullin’ you n-gg-s hoe cards
strapped for them n-gg-s that frontin’ like b-tches
tryin’ to act hard, it ain’t nothin’ but the motherf-ckin’ mobb in me
i went from sellin’ c-ke on the block to doin’ robberies
to ‘luffin’ your -ss, stuffin’ your -ss up in a trunk punk
caught wit a 3 times circ-mstance like t-funk
too soon for ’em shoulda had a tomb for ’em
non -ss solider n-gg-s
there’d be no room for ’em when pistols blazin
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