tommy wright iii – die nigga die lyrics
(feat. tini)
[hook: tommy wright]
car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
die n-gg- die n-gg- die n-gg- die,
got a big clip wid a jason mask
[x4]
[verse 1: tini]
jealous bustas dwell, what the h-ll, it is me finally
welcome to the game so glad that you came
no longer vampin’ from the scene missed tini
nineteen-tini five wid the solo
told you i was gonna creep, so here it is god d-mn
everybody gotta put a hold on they tape
cause the muggin’ family is goin’ to the top man,
peepin’ robbin’ chiefin’ everyday life of a thug,
gimme love, robbers steady creepin’ to the east
a quarter after eleven it’s almost that time for the leprechaun to creep
tini just in back get my gat plus my back pack
creepin’ up from out the dark i gotta get’cha fool
seven jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannons
how in the f-ck can i lose?
[hook x4]
[verse 2: tini]
grippin’ on my glock, lookin’ down my block,
seein’ what’s up by the b-mp,
before i hit the track get my back pack
makin’ sure i got another clip for my gat when i rat-tat,
did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dust
from the quickness i be ventin’ never seen,
it’s a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops
i’m a robber so let me count my green,
two fifteens, b-mpin’ in my trunk, detachable face partner
chevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogues
wid the gold stole from the white folks,
slowly i approach, to the car,
smack you buck up b-tch and get yo -ss out
open up the door, f-ck the kids, shoot the dad kill the mommy
your -ss shouldn’ta stopped at the red light
got a lexus, and it ride so smooth
finna dodge this motherf-cka ‘fore i give it up
got it right into the chop shop
then it’s downtown ridin’ from the po-pos where i’m never found
then i turn it in, seven gs in my pocket flat
got a fat knot swellin’ from my right thigh,
keep a hustle anyway i can, to the night i die stay high,
no lookin’ back, danger lurks and it hurts
if it catch, then i bet’cha that it’s me too,
don’t set to rinse say what’cha gonna do
cause when you slip don’t make a move,
it’s kinda sad though, they got me mad into the game
and when it’s time i’m steady bustin’ at my jealous friends,
got a guage, hangin’ out the window,
n-gg-s in my neighbourhood sippin’ on hen
[hook: ’til fade]
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