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ock store part 3 - jay krizz lyrics

[verse 1: jay krizz]
you meet connects, and they got you by the neck
saying if you want your family to live, you gotta bring a check
but i ain’t break a sweat, brick flipping been my occupation
doctors, patients, everyone a part of this drug game sh*t
so pick a side, mine was flipping pies
loading nines, make ’em l!ck like lizard eyes in the summer time
k!lling 10 of your’s if you think on hitting one of mine
be happy that my aim low, you made it with your life this time
but now you got a higher price this time
choppers lined up on the corner, sending sh*lls through your f*cking spine
tradition that you go from stacking digits and hand pitching
to having whole pounds of cocainе f*cking b ack flipping
knowing that the wire tap started causе he acting different
act suspicious every time i take him on a trapping mission
so now his son and father missing
hoping n0body gonna miss him, cause this wire ’round his neck constricting
the white game a little too restrictive
that’s why i run the whole pharmacy, writing up whole prescriptions
he need a 8.6 of kush, 40mg of xanax
we back at square one, he wanted crack next
what’s that i said about the white game restricting me?
these modern cats really b*tch to me, i’m talking literally
they hop in, sell a few grams, and then they drop out
if cops out, they tell on everybody, taking cop outs
it’s f*cked up, snitching run more rampant than aids
them grams that i multiplied, got me time upstate
them judges insane, if cocaine involved, you serve a decade
no less, cause that prison labor keeping ’em paid
[verse 2: duane]
we running you down till we get the pounds
me and my homies got no frowns
i’m going to the top so get my crown
we did them dirty but my b*tch looking curvy
i’m feel kinda brazy, wait no might be going crazy
i might be getting lazy and yo bullets didn’t phase me
we decide yea fate like homie today is yo death date
i where blue wit the crew and don’t be scared when we pull up and shoot you
we gunna have yo mama crying like boohoo
what a tragedy its honestly sad to see it dude
but not for me, i saw you as a goon
and sh*t now i got your girl’s nudes
i’m spitting the lead he got hit in the head so we left him dead
speed away as the tires screech
got blood on my hoodie time to use bleach
oh sh*t turn around i just saw a snitch
think i’m playing we spinning it back, i’m spitting some fax we all like to go fast so don’t cry when we crash
got my d*ck in her ass
she like papi oh yea
you know i take control of that
when i spin yell get back
if he don’t listen to homie gunna get wacked
me and jay butchers and we come chop you up for a buck and after that we stealing your runt
moving the packs we got b*tches on the sacks
keep takin sh*t till we pull out the mac’s
they chop you body up just hope you don’t ever lack
betta watch yea back when you sleeping only one blunt had him tweaking
sh*t, think i’m messing round this time i won’t miss, homie tryna drop a diss so we gunna leave his ass in a ditch
i’m a menace they need to take me out
homie said we need more shooters there ain’t no drought
speaking on my dawg we gone put him down
he just mad cuz he watched his boy drown
[verse 3: maze]
i’m out here writing bars you could neva comprehend
i ain’t even want no beef i’m just here to make amends
sike, i be capping like i’m lil tecca
i’ll knock you out, one punch, that’s something i can bet ya
yeah that was cap, too, what yah doin about it
but my goons still ko your ass, don’t doubt it
we smoke all day like a 9*5
b*tch i’m fiending i need the weed to survive
catch your boys lacking at the ock store
emptied them pockets, now the ops poor
i’m sick as f*ck right now, homie i’m congested
y’all could never diss me, i was never contested
just did a drive*by, had to reload make a quick stop
shot out they tires, they gone have to make a pit stop
shot the ops 7 times, i had to make his sh*t drop
f*ck with krizz, and you gone get your sh*t popped

[verse 4: al.divino]
(lyrics left blank at request of artist)

[outro: maze and jay krizz]
yo krizz, i got about $62 in my pocket right now. you tryna hit up the ock store? maybe cop a zig*zag, a few blunts you know? roll up a doobie, you know what i’m saying? maybe we can cop a bottle of bombei you know if they, got it in stock, you know what i’m saying krizz?
man this stimulus fraud been hitting, i can throw in my $1200 we could get a lot of blunts. we could smoke like a month straight. but yo, if you a real one be sure to cop me a big mama pickled sausage. you know i rock with those heavy
yeah yeah i got you. aight, imma pull up real quick
aight i need a big ma* oh sh*t! that’s the opps! aight, aight, aight, let me call up my man jay
yo maze, what you need, man?
yo, the opps outside the ock store. you need to do a drive*by, if you know what i’m saying
man, i could be there in a few minutes man. i’m coming i’m on the way!

- jay krizz lyrics

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