jimmy wopo - elm street 2 lyrics
[intro]
lord forgive me for my sins, yeah
real n-gga sh-t
stevie on the
(ayy, stevie on the m-th-f-ckin beat, b-tch)
[verse 1]
just to be exact, i was born in ninety-seven (ninety-seven)
so n-gga this not crack, it’s heroin
but b-tch we got the d and c, no maryland
if a b-tch drop a dime i’ma line her, no carolin’
n-gga watch, they plot, that wire, they wearin’
p-ssy n-ggas be mcfadden, like darren
n-ggas talk ’bout robbin’ me and quanie, i’m hearin’
so we ride ’round with these choppers, not caring
lil n-gga ugly but they loving my appearance
lil n-gga outchea really thugging with experience
sixteen, doin’ my thing, outchea f-cking n-ggas’ parents
sixteen, doin’ my thing, probably stuck a n-ggas’ parents
rip lil deck, ain’t to my left, that ain’t right
thinking ’bout you today whoadie, bring my tec out tonight
let it hiccup, wet his chest up, watch him put up a fight
call up robbo, he go rondo when i put up a price
sneaky face, soup eight, hk in my nikes
it’s been wreck in the ‘jects, had to put up the dice
b-tch, we posted, h-lla toasted off them pills with the pipe
you can call me baby kobe, b-tch, i’m dunking like mike
[chorus]
yeah yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide
eight seven, ‘nother n-gga on channel eleven
six five, shoot your -ss ten times
four three, three deep, four heat
n-gga two one, you ain’t never shoot none’
snipers on our sh-t like we deer huntin’
ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch b-ttons
i let it hit, talk and spit, that b-tch get to fussin’
[verse 2]
ooh ooh, uzi stupid, it shoot two a piece
chopper make him juju on the beat
i got some hitters that be movin’ deep
that’s them n-ggas that’ll jugg and creep
got that mac with them attachments, that b-tch shoot repeat
and that b-tch got range, i let it shoot from deep
(i let it jj redd-ck)
ain’t been no sellout, been no fake, i ain’t been hard to reach
i just do the same sh-t that n-ggas do for me
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide
eight seven, ‘nother n-gga on channel eleven
six five, shoot your -ss ten times
four three, three deep, four heat
n-gga two one, you ain’t never shoot none’
snipers on our sh-t like we deer huntin’
ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch b-ttons
i let it hit, talk and spit, that b-tch get to fussin’
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