t-rock - that'll work (wanna get some part 2) lyrics
[verse 1]
your house of representatives, i lay down when clashing
pulverizing player haters, this is my p-ssion
chopping compet-tion like a lawn-mower when thrashing
my weapons laying n-ggas flat like od’s of aspirin
murder b-tches in the bed, strapped up with magnum
s-m-n is the weapon and i c-ck, aim, and blast them
after p-ssy pleasure, like a zip-lock, i trash them
dispose of my affection when another n-gga stab them
down for the cause, seeing “triple b-tches” fall
headbussaz getting mauled, who the f-ck you gonna call
no apologies, can’t demolish me, this atrocity
predicted by nostradamous, and cl-ssical astrology
devils go to h-ll, murdered dead in atl
i’m the pr-ck you built your church on, no way you will prevail
the beam from the tone, guillotine, n-ggas’ domes
should’ve calculated game, no running when it’s on
[chorus]
you boys wanna get it on, that’ll work
it ain’t no love being shown, that’ll work
cause we’ll jack you for your stones that you worth
and when we get to cracking domes, that’ll work
lemme hit that weed, that’ll work
n-gga hit that drank, that’ll work
n-gga move them seeds, that’ll work
take them out that dank, that’ll work
come ride with me, that’ll work
high-side with me, that’ll work
get high with me, that’ll work
smoke tai with me, that’ll work
[verse 2]
another b-tch i murder, blow away, lord sniff-a-mous
that moving script-montana b-tch was never dangerous
n-ggas get fedi, and i’m ready, with machetes
pull a drive-by, and ball off, like mario andretti (brr-uck-em)
you diss on radio, i come with street polluted tactics
an automatic, hot as acid, when i pull and blast it
your static left you dead, where you stand, f-ck a casket
a casualty n-gga relaxing on his air-mattress
you hataz slower, know a tech war is my profession
do quiet n-ggas do more damage, when they bring aggression
i stayed in silency and thuggery, and learned a lesson
my smiff-n-wessen run the show, in streets of armageddon
another crazy b-tch is braver, dingy sh-t is smelling
and over-6 b-tches, i split it over 50 melons
after the heat, my enemies repeat to be deceased
how could you b-tches be elite, your strip in rip in pieces
[chorus]
[verse 3]
a little static ain’t a problem
animalistic like a savage, when i rob them
wretches get blown out they shoes, and we grown men
millimeter chrome is the tool in the lion’s den
i slayed in pieces, check this man, i’m glad as f-ck
i’m gone, whack rappers on posse songs
f-cking up my shine, trying to let the truth be known
everybody left the 6, and now they sick
the cl!ck that i’m with is the sh-t, and we gone murder you (ha ha)
i done showed h-lla love, i done earned a million dubs
i done blasted at your enemies and left them in the mud
but you tried to cut my throat, pulling out stuff to keep from broke
b-tches tried to keep my royalties, to build and share c0ke
you the n-gga in the thong, that you mentioned in the song
talking in 3rd person about yourself, you got it wrong
ain’t no refuge, n-ggas cracking up like test-tubes
for the next move, juicy j’ll get his flesh blew
[chorus]
[t-rock]
huh, you motherf-ckers must’ve not knew who you was messing with or something?
i guess they though t-rock was gonna fall like a b-tch
but guess what n-gga you ain’t never f-cked with a n-gga like me
and when you f-ck with me, i’m at you
[t-rock imitating dj paul]
t-rock man, what the f-ck man, uh..
d-mn man, my little bitty arm and sh-t
[t-rock]
yea i know why that motherf-cker so small
cause you’ve been sticking that motherf-cker up juicy j -ss
you bunch of g-y motherf-ckers
f-ck three six n-gga, you can’t f-ck with a-town
thoroughbred, college park, area 51 terrorists n-gga
this is tbk on mine, triple b-tch k!lla
so f-ck a small arm -ss n-gga like you
and f-ck that g-y -ss n-gga juicy j
you the b-tchiest n-gga out the motherf-ckers
you weak -ss b-st-rds
f-ck you n-gga, go suck somebody else’s d-ck
cause i ain’t with that sh-t
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