Niggaz Get They Wig Split
B-Legit, Celly Cel, C-Bo
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Bitch I got beam like Scotty leave you spotty
When I point this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
La-Di-Da-Di, I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk when I'm off that skunk, punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo-tango
I let my left-right mingle-mangle through your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
I'm 'bout to lay some shit down with Celie, Cel, and Bo
From the Garden Blocc, Hillside got they Glocks
MAC-10s, mob shit'll never end
I'm tryin' to have it all so I ball 'til I'm gold
Mobbin', doin' 60, usin' cruise control
I'm fuckin' with that Click nigga, that big nigga on the block
With Glocks, ragtops, cut thangs on them gold knocks
Better watch your back 'cause we strapped with TECs
Push up in a blue Lex and dump caps through your neck
Mob shit, busters all die
Leather trench, brim, and two nines
Costume of a killer
At your bedside holdin' on two millas, uh
We bustin' TECs close range
Livin' in the strange called insane
'Cause when it's on it's on sight no matter night or day
And you can't fuck with these
Get smothered with a half a ki', bitch
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like Fiddy
Hardaway 'cause I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know I'm still a wig-splittin' killer, ain't no realer
Nigga than me, mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads, slumpin'
Hangin' up out the window, dumpin' and shakin' feds
So mind your own, cross the line and see how quick they gone
Head blown, decapitated, caught slippin' in my zone
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Back the fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted)
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(I never trusted you busters shot at me and shot)
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Back the fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted)
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Tryin' to do some, some sherm)
Uh, it's Murder Man, posted at the front do'
And when they comes, I dumps with both .44s
Lettin' 'em have it 'cause of static dumped in the grass
Killed his ass then kneeled down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in a ditch
Ass ripped, suckin' on his own dick
Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine
Three killers, one Garden Blocc, two Hillside
Well, get fucked in, I'm tag teamin' with the Murder Man
And that'll hurt a man, niggas doin' dirt and
All you gotta do is hop your ass in my Cut'
We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cel, you comin' or what?
I got this gut feelin', about to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract say that nigga wore the wiretaps
And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled
Redrum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
Homicide done did the prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in a duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballers wanna see his face 'fore they break us off a cut
There it is, cashed him in like some chips in Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy-ass C-notes
Made the hit, got the scrilla gone without a trace
P behind the wheel and Bolo cuffed to the briefcase
Your nigga Cel got the chop in case they on my trail
If it's a tell, then I'ma leave 'em fifty empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggas know we ain't no jokin'
Split up them tokens then I'm back in the hood locin'
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Back the fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted)
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Dead on arrival, now the town is sparkin')
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Back the fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted)
Fuckin' with this mob shit, niggas get they wig split
(Catch me in a couple of months, what y'all wanna do?)
Yeah, like a real Hillside strangler, yola slinger
Tryin' to get a buck, but if I'm caught, give me gas chamber
The autopsy read, them niggas had some heat for your ass
And never leave your block without your Glock clip and mask
Haters hatin', but it's all game-related
And that's what we do, bitch