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t-loc - broad day lyrics

[intro]
(lil o)

[chorus]
you speakin’ on my losses, suckas better keep it tucked
mobbin’ 4 deep, 3 things, chop, and a pump
catch us creepin’ through the city day or night, don’t give a f+ck
if i ain’t got this hammer on me, on the l’s you gettin’ stuck
f+ckin’ with my losses, suckas better keep it tucked
mobbin’ 4 deep, 4 things, chopper in the trunk
creepin’ through my city day or night, don’t give a f+ck
if i ain’t got this blammer on me, on the l’s you gettin’ stuck
[verse 1]
if you look for some loss catch us mobbin’ through the town
steady layin’ suckers down when we catch ’em out of bounds
let’s get county in it, where we smashin’ on our rivals
no resolution, retribution, got us genocidal
b+tch i thought you knew? you see the locos coming through
you n+ggas better run and hide it’s nothing nеw for yatta dude
you f+ckin’ suckers, you bettеr stay inside the house
’cause my locos straight patrolling, spot a drop and walk him down
27st locs, and the guy whos pulling triggers
who the scr+p k!llers .40 things and 9 milli’s
d+ckies creased with that annabell swingin’ too
sucka k bussin’ shots up out the stolo fool
no+no walk up, and leave a sucka n+gga chalked up
just another stripe, then we hit the cuts and spark up
stupid b+tch, i thought you knew?
and skc it’s do or die, so b+tch on l’s we do

[chorus]
you speakin’ on my losses, suckas better keep it tucked
mobbin’ 4 deep, 3 things, chop, and a pump
catch us creepin’ through the city day or night, don’t give a f+ck
if i ain’t got this hammer on me, on the l’s you gettin’ stuck
f+ckin’ with my losses, suckas better keep it tucked
mobbin’ 4 deep, 4 things, chopper in the trunk
creepin’ through my city day or night, don’t give a f+ck
if i ain’t got this blammer on me, on the l’s you gettin’ stuck
[verse 2]
duece seven trey o, 900, 1400
suckas hidin’ in the house ’cause my locos head huntin’
creepin’ up and down your blocks, spot a sucka, get to thumpin’
sk, 11k, afk, suckas slumpin’
sk, 11k, afk, kgk
you n+ggas say that you ain’t scr+p, so stay the f+ck up out the way
drop some bands on n+ggas heads, man you n+ggas h+lla g+y
dry snitchin’, writin’ statements, testifying, duckin’ fades
snake n+ggas bump they guns in person, smile in my face
some b+tches ride walk around with d+cks, i guess it’s just part of the game
speak on this gang you catchin’ flames, hollows, and slugs, it ain’t no thang
spin your block over my losses, terminate yall n+ggas gang
duece seventy, sucka n+ggas a joke n+gga
on l’s n+gga, trey o with all that smoke n+gga
have point and still got smoked n+gga
l’s, have point and still got smoked n+gga

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