Murder Weapons Lyrics

I had a anna wid murder weapons I'm sweepin' the city Hate the rizole they practicin' hoe I buried them bitches It ain't no love for you dirty dirties I'm packin' that thirty Under the porch wid the camouflage nigga that laughin' I'm scopin' [Verse 1] Nigga bring it on Peep the plan and all them fake ass friends Bitch 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 shit for real, this is the heat that let you know the deal Bitch them games you play is make me determine whether should you live, Shit on bitches fuck 'em Fuck the past and present time will hold Out for just the money cappin' pussy that shit cause the dough, Lit the strip wid diamonds big buck grill but you hate my kind Understand this shit can happen any kinda day I'm packin' mine What you wanna do, fuck that shit 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 fuck we playin'? Is it just me or is it the way I walk and how I serve yo man Fuck yo weak ass clan, bitch 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 fuck I'm peepin' and creepin' and Project Pimp bustin' on lame Penetrate demonstrate murder rate heavyweight here comes the thirty can' hollow point swang The shit 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 bitches 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 shit that I believe Cause some ah these niggas 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 niggas that's all about dividends Project Pimp Project thug Project will fuck up niggas and leavin' you niggas in ditches Alleyway rippin' and runnin' and gunnin' convictable leave the body bloody wid stitches Thirty done rippin' and creepin' a nigga 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 shit Anyway fuck around kick around wid gin and Hen Smilin' wid super thought look at my body Bitches they hit me up on the horn Fuck what you wanna do Project Pimp man ah the party bitch [Chorus] 2X [Verse 3] Civilized and buck and wild and niggas so called actin' bad Really don't wanna kill him but he pushin' Don't frown peep and laugh With them niggas that'll pull them triggers Double O be for real, After we take care ah that lil bidness bitch we sit back drink and chill Ain't no love for niggas bitches faggots wid them barricade, Tryna stop my come up bitch I post up wid them hand grenade Death is my intention, fuckin' wid a nigga 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, Fuck theyself off when they cross they boss Niggas talk that shit 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 niggas finish Haters you could stop at playin' them games and keep your mind off mine, Fuck you talkin' bout squashin' Project Pimp bustin' Nigga I'm on the grind, on the grind [Chorus] 2X [Lots of shout outs til fade]