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silent but deadly - dj squeeky & tha family lyrics

[verse 1]

it ain’t as easy as it look on the block, makin cream
cause n*ggas be gettin jealous and b*tches be tryna scheme
on my fine ass, romance ain’t one of my biggest [?] n*gga
meal tickets on the real n*gga, can you deal with it?
pushin weed, recline, like the mastermind
someone is always after mine, tryna hit me when they blast the 9
time’ll tell when the table turn, who the busta be
trust in me cause it’ll be luckily if i don’t bust on g’s
stuff em with the hollow tip, it’s hard to swallow
for n*ggas up in my business
then i catch em without no witnesses around
the scenery leavin no evidence, nothin could ever be traced
except for the bodies that traced in that chalk
and the bullets they pickin up off the ground
they know who? to prove who? kin murder somebody in cold blood
you never would know the reaction of people
tryna judge em how you see em, fool
you best a take your time and go with your first line
cause young lo is a k!lla n*gga, watch me peel ya n*ggas

[verse 2]

up on the corner, smokin up on that potent ass marijuana
then hit for l!cks, but now these n*ggas want some gangsta sh*t
but see we shootin for a g, my first shot was a 3
but then the dice came back to me
i hit a seven in the door, then once more
back in the dough with four little joes
i had them bustas mad as h*ll, so i had to bail
they started firin shots so i excelled
to my mothaf*ckin car, to get my f*ckin glock
and leave a fool’s brain scattered on my block
cause when my gat is c*cked i don’t stop lettin those sh*lls drop
you victims on my block, i pop that ass like a top
on a mothaf*ckin brew, so n*gga f*ck you and your fifty man crew so what you wanna do?
a n*gga like the k ain’t takin no f*ckin hits, trick b*tch
let’s get into some gangsta sh*t
[verse 3]

smoked out, loced out, deep
ready for anything
rollin around town swervin in a suburban
thang wood grain, rustle under the wheel
.45 glock for those who jump, sippin on hen’
smokin on blunts, sippin a shake junt
we fell? what the h*ll? we havin so much fun
pure passion, feelin on asses
lemon sippin, i’m done, got it crunk
now some of these hoes they wanna be part of this playa’s clique
but none of you hoes get none of this major sh*t, rollin thick
what’s the time? time to make a move
[?] shake the spot, all of these b*tches on my jock
now we rollin, on the run for causin a second degree murder
a shame, d*mn deadend, got to the point that i had to pop em mane
gots to do what i got to do, whatever it takes for us to get paid
in the shade, big ass crib with a maid
f*ck a job, pretty cars, money green that’s what i’m talkin about
tryna survive, on the rise, me and rolo at the south
bringin the noise, taylor boys ready to whoop a b*tch
come and get some, no remorse
back with some of that old crazy sh*t
m*town funk for all you lames, want the jump
smokin em up just like a blunt, fire that ass up with that pump
[verse 4]

posse up, it’s time to bust, pop your ass in the ride
don’t try to [?] cause i got sh*t to hide like
the 9 in the glove, and then the .38 snub
go stop in the club so we can pull some fine hoes
but can’t stay too long, cause somebody’s pagin
3*9*8, a number from blackhaven
shows up on the screen, i gotta jet from the whole scene
to increase the posse so when it’s on we can get mean
for n*ggas like you, because you likes to creep
but see my posse rollin deeper than some bucket seats
in a ’64 impala, gotta keep makin dollas
and then cents, droppin n*ggas when its self defense
my main purpose is bank, never smokin that dank
representin with the oh, you ain’t know it’s point blank?
cause my sh*t don’t miss, and fool you still get sprayed
by some n*ggas with curls, with fades, maybe with braids

[verse 5]

silent but violent, the rage lives within
everyday hustla, tryna think of a way to come up on some ends
call my kin, cocaine weighin, chillin on wicks
bout to get in some sh*t, [?] a n*gga tried to front about a b*tch
now we got 99 problems and a b*tch don’t even qualify
but since he playin p*ssy, put him on [?] cause it’s do or die
one more homicide, but ain’t no witnesses
playa hatas that start sh*t, we servin em with a death wish
on the down low, really though
here we go, hope you ready
alkatraz syndicate, silent but deadly
[verse 6]

k!llas, k!llas
n*ggas on that set trip
strapped with them thangs
finna get your wig split
anna so thick, so run and get your clique hoe
kilo with that .44 too thick, just too loco
orange mound bound, buckin em down 6 feet deep
it’s time to slang them thangs mane, slowly as i creep mane
glock’s in my drawls ready to peel your cap back
n*ggas on the down low quick to get that flashback
plop, plop, plop, hot leads from my glock as i slang on the block
n*ggas come in flocks
i’m down for my bang bang, no love in this sh*t mane
too thick, the mothaf*ckin clique mane
[?] tight on them hoes
orange mound n*ggas, but still we gettin thicker
too thick got them glocks ready to pop on them b*tches
i’m down for my n*ggas

[verse 7]

peek*a*boo, jiggaboo
yeah, it’s cream
you thought i was gone cause i was down the family?
[?], seriously wicked
how must i act like? i can’t get with it
get a good grip on the mic and i’m rollin
straight s*xy with my hair down, golden
but all about them greens, cause cash rulin everything

[outro]
yeah, this is cream in the house with dj squeeky for volume 9
for the ’95, b*tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, this dj squeeky in the house
y’all know what time it is
got tha family, [?] up in this b*tch for volume muhf*ckin 9 hoe
if you b*tches didn’t know, i know y’all playas out there know now, or you playa hatas
be lookin out for that sh*t comin out, i got the project playaz and the 2thick comin out
gon’ be rockin this muhucka as usual
orange mound, 2 thick in this muhf*cka
runnin this b*tch, yeah

- dj squeeky tha family lyrics

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