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ten wanted men - raise up lyrics

[intro: tommy wright iii]
drop it off, drop it off
drop it off, drop it off

[chorus: mac+t.dog, tommy wright iii]
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun

[verse 1: mac+t.dog]
cop the tech, one more time, finna get that man
sludge on stash, only wrist get kicked in
i’m [?], bout to collect that cash
3d mobbin’ with them pistols beam at your f+ckin’ [?]
feedin’ some n+ggas and you’ll get money, bomb and robbin’ them, get them thugs
check it out, though t’s still feverish
scopin’ that boy for about three weeks
flexin’ with that money, callin’ faking with a half a key
caught him slippin’, dippin’ in an alley [?] drop some off
[?] y’all are [?], it’s time to [?]
got up early, walkin’ an ounce of that dope the next day, full of that weed
20 g’s and i’ll save you straight, black on a track, with that pack
young n+gga sh+t, sh+t too thick, keep me [?], n+ggas want it
wonder about n+ggas like [?] i get money
while i’m in the studio bumpin’
[?] that dot on your [?], that’s just gon’ plot, n+ggas ain’t slidin’ a lot
back on the block, them [?]
discussin’ the business, still grippin’ that glock
full of that mo’, stay on the hoe
callin’ head, they grab it, though
kickin’ in their asses, grippin’ that tec
[?] hate us, hoe
[chorus: mac+t.dog, tommy wright iii]
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun

[verse 2: mac+t.dog]
these suckas and bustas [?] they hate it, [?] bumpin’ off top
they show my sh+t for you b+tches and n+ggas
my feelings get bigger, they catchin’ my heart
i’m proud of the fakes and [?] bout to flee for about 50 [?]
go in there hopin’ to catch these n+ggas slippin’ then we’re gonna drop em’ to the curb
put a [?] in my lap [?] i need some cheese
blowin’ them barrels like john wayne. [?] for them keys
hit the projects, [?] up real n+ggas riddin’ h+ll of the [?]
down on my [?]. callin’ [?] they bout to get busy, don’t try to get rich
slip on my hand and make love, smokin’ some loose, [?] of the [?]
holler for a [?]
treasures like a snake, ’bout to grab it, tryin’ to mend my mind n+ggas be coppin’ that dough. f+ck it bro, i’m ’bout to make a [?]
plottin’ up me, boy, need to scoop this trick, it’s a set of [?] thankin’ for rich and they busy
be k!llin’ me mind, i’m tryin’ to pay my dues
ain’t takin’ no sauce and no blouse
runnin’ them b+tches, i’m cl!ckin’ they [?] for dough
go deep on the tray with that paper and that crack
my bank always payin’, you tricks better duck
[chorus: mac+t.dog, tommy wright iii]
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up
raise up (drop it off)

[verse 3: tommy wright]
[?]
[?] don’t enter tennessee without the permission of my dawg, mac+t
try to make changes in life, but ain’t no one to thank
only dice on the prep when i track on the look of the corner
it’s harder to talk than to walk, but i found out problem is, quicker these n+ggas better recognize
ain’t nothin’ that we won’t do, backed up by streets while true not asking who’s tellin’, so drop off the loot
they wanna know how the h+ll t got to school
in and out, throw the second flag
number three has no apology
automatic gun, it’ll ready to blast on anyone that plans on followin’ me
til’ one of me. can you believe that they didn’t even have to get involved?
me and mac t, that just came up with that sh+t, haters hatin’, we made it, no revolvers, can’t stop
robbers, we talk about robbin’ the robber
however you hit, n+gga, we can hit harder
you can’t creep up quick, it’s just like a pocketbook
if i get told it’s a wound, then look
you know trouble come up with all other n+ggas
it’s comfortable, tell me, yo, dump your hoe first
i heard everyone in the hood’s got you waitin’ to get me
so heaven, we let you down first
get off the streets if you hate, take it good with the bad it ain’t even got nothin’ to borrow
some n+ggas put weight, got a hole in the shape
pull out pistol and [?]
[chorus: mac+t.dog, tommy wright iii]
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (drop it off, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (we in this hoe, drop it off)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun
raise up your hand and drop it off, son (raise ’em up, raise ’em up)
[?] you can feel them bullets [?], i’m buckin’ with that tommy gun

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