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bizz loc - straight bars lyrics

[verse]
big fifth on the hip, n+gga
and my b+tch looking sick, n+gga
if you want it you can get it, n+gga
i leave shots in his city, n+gga
d+mn, better duck when it blam (ahh)
pop n+ggas i don’t f+ck with the can (ahh)
reppin’ eg+west and throwing up with the fam
use clips but i leave his head buss with the mag (ahh)
i’m a threat to the opps
n+ggas feel safe when they next to the cops
all i really need is a vest and a glock
two clips, then i leave a mess on his block (ahh)
errr, y’all dont want it with the cl!ck fool
f+ck around i’ll show you what the fifth do
bizz loc, i’ll show you how the crips move
all my dogs hungry, y’all don’t want the pits loose
f+ck a hook, straight bars
take n+ggas gwap, n+ggas can’t take ours
’cause their hearth soft, but their face hard
shots so hot, leave their motherf+ckers’ face chard
i’m on my pirate sh+t
big swords in the pen, on some violent sh+t
full clips on the road, on my rider sh+t
make noise, doin’ dirt, but i’m silent, b+tch
i ain’t playing with that beef sh+t, when i reach it
n+ggas get shot where their t++th is
smoke ’em like cheech, then bail like i breached it
pimp ho’s livin’ off of [unintelligible] wit’ a sweet b+tch
in the hotel, juice wit’ da weed lit
blueberry kush, sippin the e’s jesus
eyes on the lean, eating da reese’s pieces
b+tch on her knees got me saying “sweet jesus”
d+mn, i’m the motherf+cking man
rubber on da grip, gettin’ to da bands
usin’ a trip’ bean to digi’ out grams
listenin’ to dope fiends you’ll figure out scams
eyes low, bin low, hoodie on, simple
love my black girls but it’s so hard to pimp those
keep a white girl lookin’ like a blonde winslow
real short temper, but i got a long d+ck though
facts, i ain’t stopping for sh+t
all these other ho’s runnin’ ’round jockin’ my b+tch
and my heart stay froze like the ones on my wrist
so you better have da heat when you walk in my strip
body bags, i’ma problem for dis
i got…shhhhh…baby moms tryna swallow my d+ck
i got…shhhhh…bodies on my belt, while in my knicks
stay high and i’m down for dat hermes my n+ggs

- bizz loc lyrics

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