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mitchell heights - lo kee "g" - ii black lyrics

mitch*ll heights * lo kee “g” lyrics
now you wanna ride my d*ck
’cause i’m down with the heights
12 hour blues
as i cruise
workin’ night and night
i’m packin’ tone
leave me alone
n*gga i ain’t scared to die
points of no return
you will learn
look in to my eye
as i cried in savage
till i seen yo motherf*ckin’ fear
in my heart
you will see some dangers
you don’t bang no dear
work my muscle
when i hustle
n*gga ???
cl!cked up with this clique it’s ’96
i’m showin’ plenty love
rest in peace to my n*ggas
now that they gone and dead
laid in the graves
with the tombstones across thеy head
i said it once
i said it twice
you punk, gonna rеach the top
???
now my brain is about to pop
archie bald mixed this beat
and hamp sh*t is to this track
real than real in 808
keep me straight
???
now i’m bumpin’ harder g
i did this sh*t
nap
for my folks
lo kee
homicide
homicide
only thang is on my mind
drive*bys
drive*bys
you slob n*ggas wanna die?
you bustas just don’t know this sh*t is thick
in the mhv
nap, spv
they down with the gd’s
the g’s droppin’ bombs
so you b*tches
come and get you some
violatin’ night with lil twin
never barrin’ none
now i’m full of f*ckin’ pack
ready to do a carjack
ratatat ratatat
ready the f*ckin’ gat
now i pimp through in this b*tch
i hope you n*ggas realise
mhv, nap, spv
is real thick

plottin’ on a crime
waste no time
when i pass the round
the mob is yo mind
???
my clique is the nap
i torture my victims, see
cut off heads
rip to shreds
in they mamas bed
shot in the air
from a glock
i hear pop
bodies drop
on the concrete
bleedin’ like a ???
violence in the air
ana’s in the air
bustas they don’t care
i just really don’t care
smoke yo ass
like smokey the bear
dwellin’ in the heights
late at night
locked in from that bay
cheifin’ hay all day
now that chucky wanna play
when i miss
b*tch you wish
hoe that you can f*ck with me
if you do
then you’re through
another f*ckin’ murder see
play you like a toy, little boy
what you gonna do?
send you home cryin’ to yo mama
hollerin’ boo hoo
i’m quick to cl!ck this steel at will
hit yo knees start prayin, won’t live
runnin’ and gunnin’ and
droppin’ and poppin’
the bodies all over the canvas
n*gga you better run and hide
n*gga you better panic
i’m ‘phrenic
it’s all in the mind of a murderer
i ball in for the 9
n*gga pop a scope in ya
all you b*tches with that sh*t
big time been a f*ckin’ clique
naptown bound
funkytown
real g’s all around
cliqued up with the lo kee
cliqued up with the lil d
dwell in the nap
real g’s
constantly

two shots from my glock
as yo body droppin’
they be hangin’ out the window
cl!ck around, bullet poppin’
creepin’ through the street
lo kee
got my back
with that f*ckin tec
violatin’ on lil richard
want yo ???
want yo blessin’
n*gga it’s on
when you step to the k!llin’ zone
nap, gangsta city
where them f*ckin’ g’s from
packin’ tone for perpetrators
g’s haters, violaters
was always a baby b*tch
always gone rob you
traitors ho, you ain’t know
7*4, b*tch is what i’m claimin’
much love for my folk
leavin’ all you scrub n*ggas hangin’
mhv, too thick
the whole hood bangin’ b*tch
what’s up to all my folk servin’ time
behind a wall trick
for you d*ck ridin’ b*tches
who wasn’t down since day one
lil twin servin’ teflon
so b*tch come ‘n get you some
hoes ridin’ ???
feel the lead bustin’ from my glock
mitch*ll heights veterans
in this b*tch once again
d*mn the folks they come too trill
this sh*t make me wanna k!ll
all you busta b*tches
get you snitches
mane it’s on for real
smilin’ faces
catchin’ cases
all you n*ggas claimin’ true
get up out my face
befo’ i beat you ’til you black and blue
you don’t stand a chance
call a motherf*ckin ambulance
downin’ hoes, can’t relate
’cause a n*gga sh*t his pants
always knew you had no heart
tore his f*ckin’ chest apart
hit him with the gauge slug
left you smokin’ in the mud
bodies lay, n*ggas pray
each and every f*ckin’ day
brother of the struggle
’bout my hustle
f*cker what you say?
down and dirty ’bout my sh*t
gotta get a f*ckin’ grip
b*tches think i’m talkin’ sh*t
but i’m tryna get it rich

back to the game
macman’s the name
og rock seller
riverside ghetto
bravehearted fella
never, in love for a ho
you know how the game go
so bring the gats to the flo
n*gga lo, yo
’cause that’s where i’m comin’ from
down with mitch*ll heights
where g’s n*ggas packin’ out on the run
gunnin’, straight at the police
why you so d*mn violent
when you scream so much peace
it won’t cease
drama, slayin’ the sprayin’
n*ggas in the graveyard
with they grandmother prayin’
know what i’m sayin’
mane this sh*t ain’t no joke
you rather be alive
than choke off the gunsmoke
like go for broke, pig
’cause i’m bussin’ back
you cannot stand a chance
with this riverside mack

it’s some veteran ass gangsta sh*t
comin’ to yo cap trick
once again 7*4
ready to pop and drop a b*tch
full of that dope and that sh*t
down with my f*ckin’ clique
mhv, nap
back up in this motherf*cker b*tch
real g’s gettin paid
all these b*tches gettin’ laid
smoked out hallways
and this sh*t my time to make
crack rock ???
demons in my f*ckin’ soul
lo kee looters gettin this case
and i need a bankroll
lil d*

- ii black lyrics

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