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art of gankin' - splack pack lyrics

intro skit:

*uncle head knocking at door*

head: kidd money. kidd money, my n*gga, open the door, my n*gga. hey let me in, my n*gga, open the door. ay, what’s up, my n*gga, yeah yeah yeah
kidd: ayy, ayy who the f*ck that is? ay, ay, oh what’s up dog? what’s up? come here dirty, come in. yuh, what’s up, dirty?
head: ay, you know what time it is dog, a n*gga ** my n*gga
kidd: oh okay, okay, let me call kue dog, let me call kue dog

*kidd money calls kue dog*
kue: who the f*ck callin’ my house at this time in the morning? *mumbles tiredly*
kidd: ay kue dog, what’s up n*gga, this kidd money dog, ayy this kidd money, it’s kidd money my n*gga
kue: yo, yo what’s up dog, what’s up
kidd: ay lеt’s pull a caper dog, it’s three ‘o clock in the morning, let’s go pull a capеr
kue: yuh, yuh, here i come dog

verse 1 (kue dog):
first things first
get a hot car then ya dip
waitin on a motherf*cker to slip
got that nine in my hand
push in the tape and start the plan
(money and the power, money and the power)
money and the power, but it ain’t much
scopin out a n*gga i can touch
creep up slow, put that thing to his head
if ya buck, p*ssy n*gga yo ass is dead
you see my life wasn’t sh*t
** coochie n*ggas got their sh*t split
sneakin catch a n*gga in his sleep
turn a n*gga pink so his ** is weak
hot water, throw it on his ass
straight to the ** a n*gga is out of gas
but since i’m out i gotta get mine
dip to the house and commence the **
n*gga shootin ** go to thinkin
the art of gankin’
verse 2 (kidd money):
yeah!
strapped with my nine
down for the **
it’s time to creep the scene
** come clean
and if ya buck then your ass out of gas
aim for ya chest, pulled the trigger, let it blast
i can’t stand a f*ck n*gga anyway
i spray with my mac*10 or my f*ckin ak
cause i’m down for the coast
lay down f*ck n*gga and strip straight to your drawers
and tie your ass up
ducktape to your mouth so you won’t say f*ck
and get your money and your dope
i do it like a g, yo kidd money’s no joke
cause i gotta get on (uhh!)
i got one in the chamber pointed straight for your dome
** off the other end
i do my sh*t solo, motherf*cker **
n*gga shootin ** go to thinkin’
uhh, d*mn, the art of gankin’

verse 3 (uncle head):
uhh, yo
let me tell you about a caper i done did
a one hundred thousand dollar bid
it was too sweet to get stuck
put a n*gga through the front door, and the back door his ass was f*cked
you see we made a clean getaway (true)
dipped to the house so we could count out our pay
now everybody get b*tt*ass naked (get b*tt*ass naked, my n*gga)
i ain’t with it, every n*gga i’m checkin
makin sure that i get me
or your ass gots to go that’s the way the sh*t got’s to be
when it comes to gankin’ how ya figure
only trust yourself, never ever trust another n*gga
even though we all down
when it comes to business, a n*gga can’t f*ck around (f*ck around)
since i’m shootin ** i go to thinkin’ (sh*t)
sh*t, i got’s to start gankin’
outro skit:
slow down k*2, slow down, get the pistol dog, watch this, check this out
uh, what’s up n*gga, huh, uh, uh

“ayy i ain’t got nothin, man, i ain’t got nothing!”

*struggle and commotion*

ayy, okay, okay, i got it i got it dog, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go dog, let’s go, uh, ayy, pull off k*2, pull off let’s go **

*skrrrrt*

- splack pack lyrics

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