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silkk the shocker - ghetto 211 lyrics

silkk the shocker lyrics

“ghetto 211”
(feat. master p)

(master p)
we ain’t got no money
so me an silkk gon’ hit a crack house for some dope, haha
m-th-f-ckin police ain’t give a f-ck,
n-gg-s robbin n-gg-s in the ghetto…
armed robbery

(silkk the shocker)
i got twin glock like tamira and tia
n-gg- tries to step, try to flex, an you’ll get x-ed just like mia
see, i be a gangsta like t, a murdera like c,
when you see me bow down, address me a master like p
my murderistic tactics got n-gg-s stackin off in the bushes, trees
tryin to get me some g an dope to the hookers
it’s time for you to puch out, i’m tuggin up in your time card
why you do what you do, because like times hard
it’s like here, n-gg- hop, n-gg- clips… to the glock
i hits yo’ block an watch his sh-t every stop (it don’t stop)
b-tches be like aw, off of some dumb sh-t, i runs this
n-gg- t-r-u’s my click when i come thick i cruise wit
(tru!) a gang of n-gg-s
that be down to ride on yo’ set
n-gg-s be trippin, c-ck the teck, an we ride wit yo’ bet
best believe i clock g’s, n-gg- no dice, i time the blast,
i smash, i’m up in your house

(chorus:)
cuz i’m a hustler, cuz i’m a killa, who gives a f-ck
if i murder another ghetto n-gg-
cuz i’m a hustler, cuz i’m a killa, who gives a f-ck
if i murder another ghetto n-gg-

(silkk the shocker (master p))
taz tries to hit but i be back up out the back route
me an p countin g’s, choppin up keys up in the crack house
the baddest 2 brothers since billy an jessie james
p would you blast
(h-ll yeah, silkk would you blast?)
if the n-gg- so much as tests me (bloom!)
hits them wit all between the seem
(dump the b-tch like hakeem the dream)
i’ma hit that n-gg- wit 21
(f-ck it, i’ma hit him wit 17)
i got that k with the beam
(f-ck it, i’ma get the cream)
ain’t no wrestlin but these n-gg-s like tag-team
be like, 1 for the money
(i be like 2 for the dope)
be like 3 for all my cash
(n-gg- f-ck it, get yo’ -ss on the flo’)
one eighty-seven that i peels caps
(i murder!)
n-gg-s get dealed with, n-gg- hook ’em,
how you gon’ f-ck wit n-gg-s we real black
(a ghetto robbery)
an that’s how we ride
(on a robbing spree from down south to the wessyde)

(chorus)

(master p)
1, 2, 3, it’s yo’ birthday
ain’t no love on this m-th-f-ckin first of the month,
it’s yo’ last day
see i be jackin, my n-gg- silkk be packin
i be puttin n-gg-s in body bags, b-tch, i ain’t actin
it’s no subst-tutes on this sh-t, this is the real sh-t
f-ck what you heard cuz, n-gg-, i’m ready to kill a b-tch
you got my cash, gimme the gr-ss, lovin you hoes?
kiss my -ss, it’s ninteen ninty-skrilla, b-tches in the body bag
it’s time to spray ya, spray ya out like calgon
ain’t no love, murder m-th-f-cka, this ain’t no funny farm
down south they jackin, robbed, an they packin
puttin n-gg-s in m-th-f-ckas trunks of the car, who jackin
wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
it’s time to go, ain’t no love where i’m from
n-gg-s killin for that white snow, an yo’ b-tch
i don’t love no hoe don’t trust no b-tch
she got master p on her -ss an she’ll suck my d-ck (d-mn)
y’all n-gg-s mad cuz i’m famous, it’s time to ride,
it’s time to ride, ain’t no love on the south side

(chorus)

(master p)
y’all n-gg-s better wake-up an smell the m-th-f-ckin coffee
i’m not tryin to preach to y’all n-gg-s but i’m tellin y’all n-gg-s
watch ya -ss an trust n-body
cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like john gotti
n-gg- comin up shizort, teck-9’s to yo’ m-th-f-ckin hizeart
n-gg- live an eye for an eye, you f-ck me, we gotta f-ck you
an like my n-gg- silkk said, it’s time to ride
i ain’t got no money, i might just pull a jack
but that’s what i might do
i’m not tellin you to do that, n-gg-, do what you gotta do
cuz we bout it! we rowdy!
but who gives a f-ck if we kill each other, n-gg-
y’all think about it

- silkk the shocker lyrics

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