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letra de victim of da tone - m.c. mack

[chorus: lil corb]

[verse 1: lil corb]
this much for you player-hatin’
buster b-tches they be like envy
you said, you heard my rap
but said, you couldn’t not understand me
you better listen up
get your motherf-ckin’ hearin’ aid
f-ckin’ with lil corb, mane
you gon’ get your ass sprayed
pray to the ground
of this earth, that you stay on
can you stand the pain, of a motherf-ckin’
chrome-tone, goin’ up your f-ckin’ ass
i don’t think so, b-tch
talkin’ sh-t behind my back
n-gga, you gon’ learn to quit

all you n-ggas down here
claimin’ that they straight
all up in a n-gga face
talkin’ about, they bе bumpin’ my tape
every day, evеry night
get your [?] [ of your ear ?]
when the flaudgin’ n-ggas talk
i just play it, like i can’t hear him
so, if you do not like my style

if you cannot stand my sh-t
i don’t be givin’ a f-ck
[? ’cause, every time it may be some terence-trick?]
all you n-ggas know just who you are
so you better not jump us
if you got some nuts
you gon’ get blowed off with that mossberg-pump
[verse 2: doe boy & lil corb]
load this clip, c-ck that glock
lookin for them bottom hoes
catch you splurgin’ at this club
hangin’ with them heavy hoes
break yo kneez, [?]
doe boy want’s to get [?]
if you don’t cooperate – f-ck your life and f-ck your friends
comin’ clean, is in my reap, resthaven n-ggas, [?]

twistin’ all you set-up hoes
watch yo’ ass, just don’t know
she will give me what you got
hit me up, you in bed

put that tone up to your head
get up hoe, give me keys
take care of lil doe boy needs
guess what hoe – you got plugged
i was right, you was wrong
f-ckin’ with these set-up hoes
be a victim of this tone

[verse 3: pimp teddy & lil corb]
who gon’ be the victim of my tone
eeny, meeny, miny, hoe
i’m finna put some red activator
in your motherf-ckin’ [?]
so, break up to yo’ kneez
g’s ride with s.t.p
teddy got the mac-11 cappin’
corb with the three-eighty
mack got the gat, with the infrared beam
seem, like you got a taste for a hollow-point sh-ll
[ ? ] marco, tote the four-four seven
and busta b-tches out here
meet yo’ maker, take a bullet to the chest
two to the face, fulla’ that henn, my friend
im fulla’ that henn, my friend with no chase
plus that liquor, make it quicker
for your hoe-ass, to meet your death
introducin’ bustaz to my yalk
snort, then pull it out the shelf
i just come, then pull my pistol
let it whistle towards your head
don’t be scared, it’s just infrared

but the bullet lead, will like have your ass dead
pullin’ my four-five, like when i be high
if you try, you go down, your hoe-ass gon’ lay
and i’m full of that blood, i’m showin’ no love
smokers city style, locate
oh, sh-t! look at this
one more body to be gone

busta, must’ve been a victim
of a lil teddy-tone
[verse 4: lady p & lil corb]
king of clubs, queen of hearts
best believe, i’m ’bout my cheese
down with m.c. mack and devil sh-t
so, bustas break yo’ kneez
it’s easier for your money
i’m grip your papers down, with gimme’ all
leave me your car and your wallet bummin’
punk-ass n-ggas, range rove
shakin’ and sellin’ my ass for cash
all the time, i’m stayin’ fresh
[ ? ] hair fixed up, nails are done, as i flex

ass bouncin’ at my skirt
my twenty-five leave your feelings hurt
[? wind up, come up, if you want a deal
just might be a gone up ?]

miss pleasure, lady p
comin’ for the table dance
yeah, that’s me, vip
gimme’ your loot, put down your pants
smoke me out, now i’m high
and you got my p-ssy wet
but will i f-ck? h’izz’ell nah!
that’s your money, you can save
step up to me wrong, i bet my p-ssy
you won’t lasted long, but if you do
i hit on make another victim of the tone
[outro: m.c. mack & lil corb]
yeah, yeah, y’all know, what time it is
m.c. mack in this b-tch
yeah, y’all bustas know, what time it is
this sh-t is thicker, than you ever imagine
m.c. mack gettin’ all these bustas be a victim of this tone, know’msayin?
yeah, this sh-t goes on

- m c mack

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