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you hoes gone get kidnapped - da crime click lyrics

[chorus]
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down

you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down

[verse 1]
a super busy, talking shizzy, running yo mouth about this clizzy. coming up real slow, so drop it off yo ass hoe
a pimping ass n*ggas that’s from da crime cl!ck, ready to stain and hit a trick. memphis bound my home town, don’t try to put this cl!ck down
b*tches, hoes, motherf*cking bustas
you talking this sh*t gon get you ass kicked, f*cking with this crime cl!ck
i never lied about my gang, loading up my tommy man
squeeze the trigger, k!ll these n*ggas, how you figure yo cl!ck is bigger
lay it down, don’t turn around, drop yo ass to the ground
coward ass n*ggas always complain, that’s why they ass always getting stained

[verse 2]
got a ski mask, on yo ass [?] stand tall make a move just make that sh*t
fast riding on a chevy thang, groovy n*ggas on a hang, ’bout to make a stain, bout to creep into the back way
never showed a feeling, never loved a hoe, ever since a knack for now i got em running out the back door
looking for a punk b*tch, thinking she’ll make me rich, drop his body in a ditch
hop onto the scene and put the mask on my face, hit the gas, then i dash, to da cl!ck in a stick
b*tch get up off my d*ck, cause i’m bought to k!ll a trick, coming from da crime cl!ck
k!lling b*tches is a game, dropping bodies ain’t no thang, moving fast ain’t full of shame, one object you can make a stain
memphis n*ggas on the map, always staying f*cking strapped, filling n*ggas full of cap, hoes get kidnapped
[verse 3]
c double c l o c o
loco, bought to go and make a stain on a blank trick
riding dirty keep me rich, [?]
moving victims to the sewer disc
[?] a r to the e
[?] put the gun to his brain [?]
much love to the thugs, and the one that stay on baby field
[?]
every since the age 13, seen 50 crimes through my eyes, plenty n*ggas die. now it’s ’96 creeping out the dark [?]
we be on hoover street, we can throw a couple rounds, n*ggas better bring a pair of shoes [?] bout to bust him to the ground
big lip, tight face, [?], cause i’m bout to catch a case, [?]
getting bullets in yo face

you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split

[verse 4]
when that smoke is in my nose, i be wanting kidnap hoes
talking sh*t about da cl!ck, you gon get yo ass kicked
i hop out my f*cking ride, and put my glock to yo side
lock you in the f*cking truck, and then i’ll hit that blunt
nah ain’t no fly sh*t man, gon get you for real though
take you to your stash, and we gon k!ll you hoe
some n*ggas be straight, but it’s a few hoes we got to take
talking sh*t about da cl!ck, we gon kidnap you trick
[verse 5]
well back once again, it’s ya friend lil one 87 running with the 4 4 in my hand
i’m carrying a cap, cause i always stay strapped, yes i’ll blow you right off the map, blowing this rap
danger is in my hand, move and i leave you dead, putting a bullet in b*tches and catch you scared
laying up in yo bed, asking [?], keeping me on the run, dodging these fans
kidnapping hoes, look out for foes, ruling a blunt as i chief on that dough
smoking my enemies, who ain’t no kin to me, drinking that hennesy, chopping that swisher sweet, infrared beam with me, going on a robbing spree
waiting for a n*gga to jump and k!ll him see
i gets the urge to k!ll a n*gga, every time he try to test my f*cking pimping g
i don’t know if i’m going crazy, or the spirits take over me
i gets that ugh, yeah chopping up a swisher sweet, then lock him in the trunk quick b*tch
i got that mask on my face, kidnapping hoes, leaving n*ggas dead in a ditch

[verse 6]
stepping right out of the house with the fresh braids
[?]

you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down

[verse 7]
player haters, m*st*rbators, b*tches all up in my sh*t
living scared, you know you dead, walking around with a crippled leg
that b*tch boy try to test my sh*t, f*cking with the rizzo cl!ck
m a g n o l i a that is where yo ass will lay
you player haters on my d*ck, trying to put me in a cl!ck
i’ll buck you twice, i’ll buck one more, all you cowards hit the floor. these jealous fellas in a gang, knowing that they ass is lame
talking sh*t, what’s up trick, crying over a f*cking b*tch
you in a gang, what’s gon change, big ass smile, but still as lame
you got a glock so buck me b*tch, k!ll me now f*ck later
this for all you player haters
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split
you hoes gon get kidnapped, you b*tches lay it down
for you n*ggas talking sh*t, step and get yo wig split
you hoes gon get kidnapped

- da crime click lyrics

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