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tommy wright iii - homicidal ride lyrics

[verse 1: project pat]
load that .44, get yo’ mask
(?) mad as f+ck, mane i finna kick sum ass
rollin’ deep, lookin’ good, loced out in yo’ neighbourhood
nothin’ but bullet lead shot at yo’ head, b+tch i thought you understood
jumpin’ up out the f+ckin’ car shootin’ at ’em tryna k!ll ’em dead
(?) hangin’ up out the roof, t dog makin’ ’em eat sum lead
gangsta d stomp the gas, (?) they f+ckin’ blood
(?) as i head to the hill, b+tch you know it ain’t no love
havin’ thoughts of them hoes, mane that hit was funny as h+ll
but i think (?)
burnin’ yawk hot to my skin (?) got them tricks in the morgue
(?) .44 hollow points spray (?) in yo’ head
blood spill (?)
headed back to the funeral home, all i see is blood and tears
(?) i’m hangin’ up outta that chevy, i’m blastin’, harassin’
these n+ggas that’s constantly runnin’ they die, victim of a h0m+cide

[verse 2: mac t dog]
jump into the monkey suit, tie up my boot, slippin’ on them (?) gloves
(?) blunt that i had from last night (?) .38 slug
c+ck it back, put it on my waistline, headed out the front do’ ho
4 corner n+ggas in the junt for the ’95, knockin’ on yo’ do’ like death tho
(?) blastin’ at yo’ funky ass
(?) puttin’ you b+tches in a bodybag
(?) leavin’ you b+tches stankin’, body hangin’ ho
what’s up to my n+ggas spankin’ in 201 on the second flo’
buck these b+tches, buck these b+tches cuz you know we strapped like (?)
beatin’ these bustas down to the ground, hollow points makin’ these tricks take a nap
step to the hood, you gon’ die (?) up in a line of fire
4 corner n+gga (?) a homicidal ride
[verse 3: project pat]
duck and dodge, scared to die, project pimp a psycho thug
(?) shootin’ that thang, have ya feelin’ burnin’ pains
in yo’ chest, chop you up, hit you like a f+ckin’ crash
hollow point turn up and break through yo lungs comin’ up out yo’ f+ckin’ ass
runnin’ yo’ mouth, makin’ me cl!ck, ’bout to get yo’ c+izz+ap peeled
now you on the ground, meetin’ yo’ death, f+ckin’ with the f+ckin’ hill
(?) finna pull yo’ f+ckin’ card
(?) the rest of the hill, had to call my n+gga (?)
(?) up in this b+tch
infrared scopin’ yo’ ass with a beam, time to plot a f+ckin’ scheme
chillin’ with my n+gga lil tommy, princess loko, t dog n+gga
straight from the mothaf+ckin’ hill but i’m also down with the mothaf+ckin’ 4 corner k!llas

[verse 4: mac t dog]
beat a b+tch to the flo’, (?) 4 corners ho
(?) river, tied up in a (?)
.45 glock hollow points pop, tearin’ off you biches face
now yo’ f+ckin’ casket closed (?)
(?) so d+mn thick (?) one of you b+tch ass boys
makin’ all these sucka bustas, neighbourhood (?)
mac t dog finna cl!ck with that tizzy tec+9
bullets rippin’ through yo’ chest, rotatin’ to yo’ f+ckin’ spine
if you ain’t down with the d+mn sh+t trick watch yo’ ass gone die
t dog on a mission b+tch cuz it’s just a homicidal ride

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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