lirik lagu tha truma center killaz - 45 glock
[intro: ?]
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
[verse 1: ?]
on the hill, stangin’ more dope in a little bit
not talkin’ ’bout the buster sh~t, i’m talkin’ ’bout south memphis cl!ck
b~tches shootin’ them trip across, everyday, in the north
mane, you wanna get your thing, and take ’em to a blood sport
blastin’ with my four, all that motherf~ckin’ hype sh~t
then i cross it over with a little of that white sh~t
my motherf~ckin’ body leaks, i’m sweatin’ in a damm, where’s the blunt?
got a n~gga steady gassin’, at the f~ckin’ [?]
i gotta catch you sittin’ dumb, [?] with a lot of friеnds
when i get his monkey ass, i’m [?]
soon at thе snow, hit my motherf~ckin’ round nose
i wanna and i’m gonna hang a hoe, by his little toes
’cause i’m tired of these b~tches in my face, every d~mn day
tryna sell a motherf~ckin’ treat, get the f~ck away
i’m fed up with that sh~t, then that n~gga tried to kick me
mane cross me if you wanna, you gon’ motherf~ckin’ donor
when i pop that thing, at your brain, i’ll even pull a hammer back
i’ma keep on bouncin’ till you know that i’m the goatie mack
pimp, not a wimp, oh i’m not [?] to be played with
see you ain’t gon’ make it, hoe, split your f~ckin’ head, b~tch
[?], i keep on snortin’, i’m blowin’ out till my eyes get big
i trip you, clip you, b~tch you gonna sh~t you in your [?], my nig
people always screamin’ that the world evolves around me
mane i stopped that thing, just to get a blow package
if you got some ana you can kinda vamp the city, trick
i had you on the darkside, boy you ain’t gon’ make it b~tch
[chorus: ?]
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
[verse 2: ?]
creepin’ through your window, i don’t want your f~ckin’ hoe
i ain’t with relationships, i am about that cashflow
n~ggas used to hate me, ’cause i was [?]
and a n~gga tried to rob me, did you know it’s [?] my friend
don’t you know i peeled the cap?
laid that b~tch on the back
i get a type [?], [?] the f~ckin’ [?]
’cause i don’t barrin’ none, and i keep a f~ckin’ gun
f~ckin’ with me n~gga, don’t you know i’ll have you on the run
[?] mama crib, told that hoe to come out
she got fast, [?] goin’ in the house
b~tch what i tell you, i should smack your [?]
said you know my family, [?] who? ain’t gon’ ease my mind
walkin’ through the motherf~ckin’ hood with a shotgun
wannabe k!ller, wannabe bad, a n~gga have you on the run
’cause i ain’t goin’ for the motherf~ckin’ ‘9~4
n~gga wanna trip, don’t you trip, with this .45
pull out my pistol, mane, that’s where you get [?] slide
young n~gga gettin’ over, get it, it’s the dark side
[chorus: ?]
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
[verse 3: ?]
i’m solo, i just kick my pimpin’ till i think there’s no one left
’cause when i pull a playboy, i can’t snitch on my d~mn self
mane, a buster try to keep a player, in their gangin’ clique
try me when you can, d~gg~n’ me, the f~ckin’ come so quick
see some n~gga runnin’ up, like that sh~t, just too thick
i get my pistol, f~ck a mask, then i’m finna rob the b~tch
i’m insane in the brain, n~ggas know i’m snortin’ ‘caine
run, run, duck or hide, f~ckin’ with the dark side
[outro: ?]
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
.45 glock, f~ck the cops (let’s go ’round the f~ckin’ block)
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