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voice of da tiny locs - hitman50 lyrics

verse:
always on some stu sh*t
u come to da hood to take pictures
but u don’t do sh*t
everytime y’all sleep inna hood
y’all never shoot sh*t
deadhomies y’all n*ggas is my kids
that’s on 50 crip
no weapons formed against shall ever prosper
i was eaten ramen soups
now i’m eating lobster
these n*ggas out here broke
50 cent like shasta
i’m next up out da city
cuh y’all fuccin w a monster
every time i caught flocking case
cuh i sagged it out
had to many 459
they trynna max me out
i was by myself inna county
they trynna pac me out
i swear to o god
i’m whooping n*ggas ass like i’m pacciouo
head shot neck shot really trynna dome sh*t
n*ggas always trynna hold my gun
get yo own sh*t
lot 9 baby wit a k
wit ah long d*ck
n i’ll knock a n*gga down
for fuccin w da wrong crip
50 that n*gga cell
sicc in his head
n*ggas snitching telling lies
now he wishing he dead
stealing clothes outta macy’s
u ain’t getting no bread
i rather flock a n*gga house
n do time onna bed
n*ggas always saying it’s beef
but they don’t want none
how u say k!lling a bric
but still ain’t got one
everytime w slide onna opps
i’m riding shotgun
4 deep n*ggas inna bucket
trynna pop some
ask about hitty
i was really trynna knoc some
county jail fades to da pin
trynna drop some
bang onna n*gga were u from
i thinc we got one
n*gga that’s onna deadhomies
fucc 4 bang he can’t drive
onna deadhomies
had a bagel runnin down atlantic
onna deadhomies
50 the opps respect my name
that n*gga hitty w da sh*t
cuh gone buss w tha thang
we’re i’m from we don’t talk
we gone aim for da brain
sneak dissing on my name
n have yo moma n pain
got her sicc stressed out
hurt going insane
n we gone water down yo flame
if u mention da gang on hood
n*ggas do it for da fame on hood
how u claim da other side
but use to throw up da hood
i’m from a hood
n*gga were it really get sticky
w da knoc a n*gga down
n pass n touch 50
w da squabble up & squabble ups
n we can squabble bac
feeling like u lost
i grab da 40 u can squabble that
tiny loc cripping deadhomies
b*tch i honor that
stop mentioning my name
like we can’t pull up we’re to momma at
last n*gga dissing da hood
he had a heart attack
how u claiming murders on crip
but ain’t apart of that
shoulda got put onna hood
n got a charger
deadhomies p*ssy ass n*ggas
get yo murders up
see a opp
he c me b*tch
my blower up
ask about da most hated gang
yea they know it’s us
fucc yall deadhomies
yall dont really want no war with us
n*ggas dissing acting hard
like they don’t really want no war wit us

- hitman50 lyrics

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