Tha Heartz ov Darkness - $5.00 In Change

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[verse 1: tommy gunn] Sit back with a six pack This is that [?] track Six rap young thugs Get big slapped with big gats Bitch brats, get kidnapped “where ya kids at?” 1-9-8-6 rap [?] Police pigs have, this black smith Jack on the [?]. crack a strip, with packs It's a sick trap. me and six cats With this [?] strap, with gats in the mid-ass Door kick snap. “where the bricks at?” Let me get that. in the back of his fitted cap Now his bodies where the maggots live at Rap bastards, faggots get that When they lips flap Sit back, sit back, relax This is where fiends get cracks It's pitch black, jamaica queens Pitch that. the paper screen, get that Taste the cream, sip that My hands thick Face the jeans with studex Bigger wrist slit Where the bloods and the crips at I'm where the thugs And the bitches is at Saying “pass the bud” Back to back slugs in the get at Crack packs of drugs, [?] Black glove with a mask Act tough nah, forget that Black glove, sit back My six workers get half And sip six packs and flip six packs Y'all ain't get that? A [?] out for the chit-chat My twelve disciples still, get that cash Still behind the wheel saying “sit back” Still driving it fast when the whips crash Still [?] On some real kill bill shit fast Real deal Doing krill deals quick to [?] My niggas pass. niggas get a glass In alabama tommy in orange Army, like, method man and belly ([?] fuck your bitch ass.) Quick to spazz. seek the stash Picking her ass. my niggas laugh Half of you crack dealers And rap niggas is crabs. sit back My live bitches, wicked witches Witch crafts. sent satan at six Big six is best. this is that tg Black jesus of rap This shit just spit at My songs slap the bejesus Out of six tracks I had to tell medusa The producer to sit back Sit back. sit, sit, sit back For getting up, you getting clapped September this is that Eleven subtract six crap Trying to find out where All my niggas is at Get the flag, rip that Fireman and police fags is at Ground zero robbing Dead people's bodies This is bad Fighting each other over Valuables and shit that they had You thought i would forget that? [hook: tommy gunn] Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) [verse 2: tommy gunn] (my mans a thug) Get down, stand up, sit down Ground, get down Grams of drugs in the town My barbed wire women bounce Live wires in the ground. sit down My five dollar [?] Now, selling weed, get a pound (i'll holler) "nah, bitch, now!" Let me show you how i lay my shit down "come here, come here ma, sit down" Big dick style I ain't gotta fight for shit now I got a clique now, saying "let me light a clip now." Check this shit out This is how, you light a clip Fuck the herb, she likes crystal But i got her on the block Drinking beer, turn the bitch out Showed the five dollar chick how To get a thou. cracked a big smile I told the chick how To sell crack, half of this thou I told her not to blow cop Showed her the block. i told her How to cock, and hold the glock And named her [?] She chop the rocks. i put it in vowels Playing mary's song "you're all i need to [?]." (you're all, i need, to get by) She was a big booty Chinese, jamaican, big titty gal Only sixteen, (wow) Sit down! [hook: tommy gunn] Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) [verse 3: tommy gunn] Cop a squat before i pop a On the top of your knot Who the fuck put Big poppa and pac in a box? Blocks are hot, watch the cops Your pops copped the glock Your moms gotta watch the docks In the [?], with a ox I shine and chop my rasta locks Trying to rob the drop top In the chop shop Pop the locks, shot a Cop a shot, [?], chop the rocks In a hot spot i got knocked Now i'm locked on the block with a [?] I hop high to watch box in a box of tops A lock in the side I put lots of knots on The top of your knot. stop Fiends cop the rock, non-stop My car parked in a dark parking lot Slap the snot out of fiends that talk a lot Cop a squat. “gunman attack” Shots a cop a shot. “dondadda walk” Watch the bop. “i got a one dollar spot” (you got a what?) “a four quarter spot, top of the notch” “bomba rasclat!”. get pop hop scotch My ticks got six blocks locked Check out bricks got swapped Pockets lots of knots Watch!, “ma, put this in the twat Watch the crotch” Crips and bloods Crabs and lobsters box Rich thugs with knots in they socks The bitches bug She likes cocking the glock More than she likes riding the cock She's riding behind The cops and ain't trying to stop But that's ride or die Riding or dying, [?] (pop a squat) (pull over!) It's time to stop the cops 'cause the blocks are hot like pasta pots That's why, we puff, lots of pot Proper, my partners plot Peace to the listeners inside the Behind the locks Prisoners get robbed a lot Dollars clot. every key, keep locked It's written right inside of the docks Doctors inside of the penitentiary got More drugs and fiends Than the [?] got When the quarter drops, cop a squat Knock, knock, pop a shot in the door If the cops knock I'll show you how to Escape the fire escape After you lock the bottom And the top lock So when the cops cock block On the rock spot Trying to shut you down When you open up shop Now open the lock to the window Always have a vacant spot On top of the apartment Where the men go to cop Keep a vacant spot below both 'cause if those two got hot (uh-huh) Still got a vacant spot to cop a squat And if policía comes down there He gotta die. word to my man in The car outside, sleepy guy “we need beepers with five zeros We slide, we slide” Nigga cop a squat and Watch the block, ‘na i'm saying? This is bigger than just a nickel bag thing [hook: tommy gunn] (bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang) (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (sit your five-dollar ass down Before i make change.) [verse 4: tommy gunn] The rap master's me, have a seat It's a catastrophe. pass the heat Blast the beat. i drink a glass of [?] On the backstreets with a half a key I pop more slugs than sex fiends Pop a half a e. like ecstasy I got, i got pussy niggas after me Crash the jeep, word to nas I'm nasty b, a musical masterpiece I got more slugs than [?] I got more drugs than them crackers need That's deceased, half a g, for half a z “have a seat. actually You can have it for free But when it's done Bring half the cash to me Two fifty for you, two fifty for me That's the fee” I was selling dimes and nickel bags Had the streets mad at me Fiends bragged to me That was the strategy “i got fifteen dollars Tommy gunn, can i have three?” “yeah, yeah, take this Number down, that's me” Back in 1990, nigga, [?] I was the backstreet fiend, black thief Had gold caps over my Plaque teeth, and had to pack heat Until somebody clapped me That made the other dealers happy I wasn't supposed to walk again But got back on my feet The crack chief, black g-e-e-z-u-s Bag a stack of gs I sold half a z Until all the fiends came back to me Happily, naturally me. have a seat I had to see my peeps, backstab me Nobody had bags fat as me That's all that mattered to me My rags raggedy. crack rock rapture Hustlers had to leave “see you in [?], daddy” Just smoke and ask me. “you got a g?” I had a g. earned a decent salary Had the long beach police mad at me Thirty-three gs under my bed Dirty dts nabbing me Forced arrest grabbing me Knife sticks stabbing me But i ain't having me Getting fucked up, by a battery Backs fake, police fatalitie They mad at me, it had to be A tragedy, i had lb police scared of me Apathy. i had fiends paging me Beep after beep after beep Me and my twelve disciples Had the streets saying, "have a seat" We never dress casually We half a [?], low-key We drunk ol’e, rolling past control weed Mixed with nickel bags indeed We never roll deep Then stash the g The lb master p. young og, see Had the heat. peace. have a seat Laugh with me. blasphemy Black jesus, i blast for you You blast for me [outro: tommy gunn] She told me.. and said She'll do all things bad for me That's my codeine Sold crack and used to blow weed Trees. we took over the town For ten dollars, they gave out The whole three, homie We took over the game's cold streets Like shaq and kobe That's when i caught beef With so-called friends that owe me 2003, shit was bad beef That's when i got arrested by pj [?] And uc dts. they said "have a seat”
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