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tommy wright iii – hit list lyrics

[verse 1: mc black]
i lay my cards on the table
flip ´em over it´s full house
sippin on my drink
got me starring now i´m trippin nah
goldie got my back we go creepin with the sawed off
ricochet boom ping ping bodies [?]
cemetery action don´t be slacking
slippin get you k!lled
mac is in this motherf-cker trick get your wig split
dollar bills that i stack keep me on the track
make a hustle for a living by the trigger with a gat on
bust n-gg- duck duck we gon´play a tune
got the game from the streets
just from f-cking with them old c–ns
notice how i listen to that old f-cker daliq sh-t
parliament, marvin gate b-mping every greatest hit
n-gg-s on the side in the shadow of a real pimp
gossip like a hoe getting mad
who you checking b-tch

[hook: king goldie]x4
ain´t no use in throwing blows
i just wanna smoke you hoe

[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
why you wanna check
i got my gack i hang with og´s
hoes wanna throw blows
and roll up their sleeves
but a n-gg- like me ain´t ready to hit the dirt
getting all musty now i´m fresh with my guess
and you wanna get me dusty
these punks taking of their shirt
showing out for the b-tches
f-ck all you tricks
i ain´t bought these extra clips for sh-t
somebody gon´ have to pay
cause we´re from the west bay
if you get too frightened when you get whooped
you gon´ get a gat anyway
wanna fight for two or three minutes
police been [?]
let´s just get this sh-t over with
so tommy wright can vent b-tch
ain´t no use of being fair
cause my opponent will do it too
west side jawing [?] n-gg-s always got a come out true
i ain´t finna scr-p i wanna do more than just dish your pain
in that way i can never get stuck with your f-cking blood stain

[hook: king goldie]x4
ain´t no use in throwing blows
i just wanna smoke you hoe

[verse 3: king goldie]
it´s about the time
for me to light a spliff up
take a deep puff
once again blow this roof off this motherf-cker
p-ss me a light let me demonstrate
it´s a deadly/ daily thang if you can´t hang
get the f-ck away
from that [?] don´t step
wrong living kind of fat
but it´s hard being there
so i´m winning [?]
call them pop one time in your scull
you gon´ f-ck who?
dead on your back turn them ashes 2 dust fool
caught up in a 187 red rom make it manslaughter
calling all cars
goldie on the run
f-ck that i ain´t finna run
on the 206 guilty
they gon´ have to catch me lying six feet
sh-t on my mind in my world full of green dollars
b-tches i can f-ck see they all love a king
mr. goldie say it loud
i f-ck ´em harder
i break some up
something propper with this head knuckle
yo i [?]
and stroke ´em like a champ
i hit ´em for that money motherf-cker
then i vent

[hook: king goldie]x4
ain´t no use in throwing blows
i just wanna smoke you hoe

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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