45's, choppaz & 9's - dem franchize boyz lyrics
45, n choppas n nines
aye yea n-gg- m-th- f-ckin franchise in this b-tch, franchize records, n-gg- popin they
mutha f-ckin gun like we ain gon do sh-t. we don do no m-th- f-ckin fightin jees a man
trigga man, load dat choppa up m-th- f-cker,yea,[reload] buddy dat 45 ready niga? [reload]
aye pimpin ur 9 cop dem train [reload] niga, yeah you kno i keep mine 1 in da
chamber,[reload] aye wat the fuuck,[reload] hard nine,[reload] nuts,[reload] me?[reload]
work?[reload] , all dese m-th- f-ckin guns,[reload] we ain gat no more m-th- f-ckin
words.[reload]
all you hear is the [reload] wen i lay you down on the ground it’s the [reload] sound they
popin like they hard but they feel [reload] they hoes i kno that they get scared wen they
hear [reload] (oh no), first i get the k and den i [reload] it’s danger, den i load a huned
rounds,[reload] (one in da chamber), you gotta aim at the chest up,[reload](thro dem 45’s)
then shoot at they head if they vest up,[reload](load dem glock 9’s) my ak 45 and nine milli
c-ck bak you like a runt, one squeeze a b-tton will make ur head drop bak, wen i hear my
b-tch say,[reload] im redy to go, but wen you hear my b-tch say [reload] ,im lettin her go,
so wat m-th- f-cker wat,[reload] now here they come, you betta duk m-th- f-cker duk [reload]
’cause you cnt run. man f-ck dem b-tch -ss nigas talkin dat f-ck sh-t niga, load dem m-th-
f-ckin guns up ride out.
45 and choppas and nines [reload] (whoo my)(x4)
step on the scene wit the green and a [reload] wen sh-t get ugly i put the beam on the
[reload] the block den became a murder scene cuase the [reload] first it was shots now
sirens from the [reload] franchize the team an we da king from wit the [reload] i don’t gotta
say a thing you gimmie cream wen you hear [reload] im makin sh-t spark like new years eve
with the
dese n-gg-s b runin dey mouth but they don’t wan drama i finna kidnap they daughta n send a
note to her mama i can wear tims and sweater n still b cool in the summa ride on you nigas
like paper but my tool in my lama im movin work in da hood and yall ain seein my numba im
paranoid alredi i keep dat tool tuked unda wen i pull up in da club it’s 26 on da humma
[reload] armed wit rokets armed wit choppas thicked out like necks on a lama.
45 and choppas and nines [reload] (whoo my)(x4)
wen it comes to war you know im able son,[reload] my tool makes a sound like a staple gun,
[reload] betta run. you scared you wanna live…[reload] give it up, kno you familiar wat a
robber is don’t get bust, [reload] touch n-gg-s for cashflow, lock n load, pitch star down a
dusty road,[reload] n-gg- froze he didn’t like my sound chek [reload] clock tec, hoe i want
ur whole chek.
every n-gg- gat the heart to make it [reload] but wen it’s time to pull the trigger they gon
[reload] choke but if i reach the part to where i [reload] im lettin it flow and if it jam
up im gon [reload] release sum moe, empty out the clip [reload] i don’t need no word my team
trained to go where anytime [reload] da sun ya betta know military mind on the grind like
commando flashlight 4.5 wit a pistol grip handle.
and they talk about my m-th- f-ckin boys ain ready, i gotta m-th- f-ckin squad on my m-th-
f-ckin hands, franchiiiiizzeee! dem franchize boys, franchize records, tell dem n-gg-s you
alredi m-th- f-ckin know we takin ova da m-th–f-ckin street n-gg-.
45 and choppas and nines [reload] (whoo my) (x4)
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(whoo my) x4
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