splittin niggaz wigs - dj sound lyrics
chorus:
splittin’ n*ggas wigs is a gig to be assed in
splittin’ n*ggas wigs is a gig to be assed in
taking care of my business* taking care of my business* taking care of my*
taking care of my business quick, taking care of my business quick
splittin’ n*ggas wigs is a gig* splittin’ n*ggas wigs*
splittin’ n*ggas wigs is a gig to be assed in
taking care of my business* taking care of my business* taking care of my*
taking care of my business quick, taking care of my business quick
verse 1 (n*gga creep):
chillin’ in the ridgecrest the lunatic, leave ya hollow
once the street this massacre occurred, g
me and my n*gga prince and them was chilling in the parking lot
lil psycho told me to come and then we start to hear some gunshots
cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck boom, was the mothaf*ckin’ gun sound
thoughts in my head, i didn’t know the h*ll was goin’ down
i turned around and seen some bullets in the concrete
i seen some n*ggas run through the ‘crest shooting, most of anything
but the n*gga with the curl who had the f*ckin’ ak
i know how you look and i do know where you stay
but anyway, i had to get that sh*t off my f*ckin’ mind
time to tell ya ’bout these jealous n*ggas who ain’t got a dime
lurking after dark ready to shoot up on you n*gga*ro’s
creeps, heart beat, (gunshots), now they blown
creepin’ to the back of yo mothaf*ckin’ hood, ‘ville
glock nine in my hand (ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll)
quit that squealin’ hollerin’ crackas ain’t gonna make no f*ckin’ deal
devil’s on my f*cking shoulder i got to let you know he’s real
violence in my brain, three feet buckets in my f*ckin’ heart
shooter like i’m jeffery dahmer’s, i’m eatin’ up n*ggas body parts
victim of a drive*by whatever you call it i don’t give a f*ck
all i wanna do is stick this horse gun in yo f*ckin’ gut
tales from the creep, betta sleep, or ya six feet deep
betta watch yo back and be prepared ’cause it’s a k!lling g
now you meet the m*16 i’m loading up the milli’ rounds
c*ck it back and shoot to k!ll, (gunshots), urge to k!ll
chorus:
scopin’*
scopin’ like a sniper as i’m rollin’ in the hooptiville (ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll)
all about a f*ckin’ meal
scopin’ like a sniper as i’m rollin’ in the hooptiville (ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll)
all* all* all about a f*ckin’ meal
scopin’ like a sniper as i’m rollin’ in the hooptiville (ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll)
all about a f*ckin’ meal
scopin’ like a sniper as i’m rollin’ in the hooptiville (ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll)
all a* all about a f*ckin’ meal
ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll
ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll
ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll
ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll, ready to k!ll
verse 2 (n*gga creep):
cross town way a cross the other side of memphis, see
ridgecrest is the place i kick it, also known as the rcg
pistol playin’ brothas who will shoot them thi’zz’ang at yo ass
shoot them sorry bustas up, lay them on the f*ckin’ grass
d*mn they ass, then i got my sh*t throwin’ on clothes
started at the age, now i’m seventeen years old
demons so, grab yo hoes, all my mothaf*ckin’ knowledge
if you want where i learned that sh*t, i learned it down at new chicago
if you wanna join up, got a 1*800 safe number
‘fore i hear some gunshots, that’s anotha hustla six feet under
(hold up n*gga creep, i think you better slow that sh*t down)
nah, dj sound, i’m ’bout my business so i got to clown
n*ggas that brought in some of that jealousy readin’ up in a n*ggas town
i’m cl!ckin’ so quick on these jealous ass n*ggas so i can release these automated rounds
get on the ground trick, i’m finna serve you up ’cause yous a hoe
serving that trick ’cause you choking my d*ck, so lay that b*tch down on the f*cking floor
now you know this sh*t too thick for you bustas talking so much trash
step to n*gga creep i’ll have to lay you by the f*cking grass
outro (n*gga creep):
yeah n*gga creep in this mothaf*cka
also known as lad, lurking after dark on you hoes
and i’m sendin’ this sh*t out to all you jealous ass n*ggas
you know you can’t get with this sh*t, b*tch
(laughs)
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