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letra de murder weapons - project pimp

[chorus]
i had a anna wid murder weapons i’m sweepin’ the city
hate the rizole they practicin’ hoe i buried them b-tches
it ain’t no love for you dirty dirties i’m packin’ that thirty
under the porch wid the camouflage
n-gga that laughin’ i’m scopin’

[verse 1]
n-gga bring it on
peep the plan and all them fake -ss friends
b-tch i’m by my lonesome but that thirty by me drinkin’ gin
saggin’ my pants and muggin’ lookin’ undereyed wid thirty slugs
bustin’ wid no mercy hangin’ out the hooptie rippin’ me and cuz
hoe this sh-t for real
this is the heat that let you know the deal
b-tch them games you play is make me determine
whether should you live
sh-t on b-tches f-ck ’em
f-ck the past and present time will hold
out for just the money cappin’ p-ssy
that sh-t cause the dough
lit the strip wid diamonds big buck grill
but you hate my kind
understand this sh-t can happen
any kinda day i’m packin’ mine
what you wanna do
f-ck that sh-t you call your crew
and your kinfolk too
bustin’ thrities wid no mercy
under the piece we drinkin’ brew
i stand on the man, ain’t no love
why is the f-ck we playin’?
is it just me or is it the way i walk and how i serve yo man
f-ck yo weak -ss clan
b-tch it’s the hill a hoe has nothin’ else
thirty cannon bullets rippin’ yo vest
and can you catch your breath

[chorus] 2x

[verse 2]
i’m deep in the cut not givin’ a f-ck
i’m peepin’ and creepin’ and project pimp bustin’ on lame
penetrate demonstrate murder rate heavyweight
here comes the thirty can’ hollow point sw-ng
the sh-t ain’t the same i’m bringin’ the pain
i’m climbin’ and hangin’ and jumpin’ out trees
time for the young ones that thuggin’ and rushin’
you b-tches and snitches that’s itchin’ for kis
hater done tell me it’s greed, but hoe i just need
the scents and the smell ah that cheese
drop it off gimme some but i’m not robbin’ you
hoe i’m just out for the sh-t that i believe
cause some ah these n-ggas are pickin’ out
project thug project mug in a hoe prison for real
nina and a switchblade ‘member i’m sick
and that forty glock thirty can bust a hoe grill
hit the block never stop rollin’ wid thirty friend
beat up the neighbourhood drinkin’ on seagrams gin
how do you figure i’m flodgin’ i’m mobbin’
wid infinite n-ggas that’s all about dividends
project pimp project thug project will f-ck up
n-ggas and leavin’ you n-ggas in ditches
alleyway rippin’ and runnin’ and gunnin’
convictable leave the body bl–dy wid st-tches
thirty done rippin’ and creepin’ a n-gga was
slippin’ and stiffin’ and flodgin’ that pimpin’
tellin’ me how i’ma wear my hat on your street
and a banana clip under that sh-t
anyway f-ck around kick around wid gin and hen
smilin’ wid super thought look at my body
b-tches they hit me up on the h-rn
f-ck what you wanna do project pimp man ah the party b-tch

[chorus] 2x

[verse 3]
civilized and buck and wild and n-ggas so called actin’ bad
really don’t wanna k!ll him but he pushin’
don’t frown peep and laugh
with them n-ggas that’ll pull them triggers
double o be for real
after we take care ah that lil bidness b-tch
we sit back drink and chill
ain’t no love for n-ggas b-tches f-ggots
wid them barricade
tryna stop my come up b-tch
i post up wid them hand grenade
death is my intention
f-ckin’ wid a n-gga like the project thug
on the blay wid a pistol one in the chamber
with the project mug
hollow p-o-i-n-t plus t.i. a-k got the plan
project p-i-m-p peep double o eight broke the law and ran
cross off friends they stupid
f-ck theyself off when they cross they boss
n-ggas talk that sh-t around they posses
but can’t walk the walk
upside down wid liquor that’s the bidness
cause project the meanest
all about that creepin’ late night callin’
watch thug n-ggas finish
haters you could stop at playin’ them games
and keep your mind off mine
f-ck you talkin’ bout squashin’ project pimp bustin’
n-gga i’m on the grind, on the grind

[chorus] 2x

[lots of shout outs til fade]

- project pimp

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