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Duke Deuce - BHZ [Memphis Massacre 2]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer
CHASETHEMONEY
CHASETHEMONEY
Producer

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What the fuck? Ayy, ayy (BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) If 12 pull us over, then you know we runnin' track (Yoom) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Five dollar niggas wanna beef, but they whack (Beef, but they whack) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Focused on them M's, so it ain't no lookin' back (Ain't no lookin' back) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride, ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (Ride) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (P's in the back) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) If 12 pull us over, then you know we runnin' track (You know we runnin') (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Slanging 'bows and ridin' clean, what the fuck a nigga mean? (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Everyone got somethin' to say when you the one that got the scene (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) All this money floatin' around, boy, why you gotta hate for? (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Get up in my way, that chopper tear you a new a-hole (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) You know that I'm from Memphis, don't disrespect my pimpin' (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Them bitches would not cook, we kicked 'em out our business (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Triple M the business, bitch, we lions, I ain't lyin' (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Bitches wanna set up, so stop trying, you dyin' (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) That's on God, I'm goin' hard, bitch, that work in my genes (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Yeah, they thought that we was actin', so we made 'em split the scene (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) I was brought around that mackin', so I rock with a lean (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Get to spraying at your head like some fuckin' oil sheen (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Fuck all you haters, I gotta get at you later (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) My phone calls all 'bout the paper, now we neighbors with the mayor (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Please excuse me for the smell, smellin' like a whole bale (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) We finessed him out his mail, pussy nigga, hold the L (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) VVS's killed the lights, you can dream about the price (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Think about takin' somethin' tonight, lil' bitch, stop playin' with your life (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) AR pistol on me, you can tell 'cause I ain't walkin' right (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Duke Deuce, them too many guns (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Nah, lil' bitch, we don't walk this light (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) If 12 pull us over, then you know we runnin' track (Yoom) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Five dollar niggas wanna beef, but they whack (Beef, but they whack) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Focused on them M's, so it ain't no lookin' back (Ain't no lookin' back) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride, ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (Ride) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Ride with the motherfuckin' P's in the back (P's in the back) (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) If 12 pull us over, then you know we runnin' track (You know we runnin') (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Hey, man, say, man, this a Triple M takeover, man (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) You know we finna give the game a whole new motherfuckin' makeover (BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ) Get with it or get ran the fuck over (Move, bitch, move, bitch) (Move, fuck out the way) (Bitch, move) BHZ, BHZ, BHZ (What the fuck?) You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya Got niggas who want rank, they some motherfuckin' foot soldiers My nigga, this our year, yeah, we takin' this shit over You try to stop our ball, we can crash like some boulders You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You try to stop our ball, we can crash like some boulders Hey, we out here playin' for keeps Hope that boy don't think shit sweet Come through drippin' like a leak Say the wrong thing, get beat to sleep, uh Plenty G's, plenty keys, we know plenty fiends Pop a bean, hit your scene, now we can't go to sleep Gang bangin', fuckin' bitches, teachin' snitches with some stitches Yes, I'm ridin' right or wrong, we ain't sparin' you little bitches Knew some niggas fuckin' features, get some head behind the bleachers Trippin' off my city people, rappers scared to do a feature, lil' bitch (BHZ) You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You can get from 'round here if my niggas don't know ya You try to stop our ball, we can crash like some boulders (What the fuck?) Duke Deuce goin' hard and I got these niggas scared I'm from Blackhaven, boy, them niggas bustin' heads Say you're next up, pussy nigga, go to bed This bitch just tryna fuck, but I'm tryna burn her head Bitch, I'm from the dead, you heard what I said Chopper rrah-rrah, turn his ass to some shreds Shout out hardcore bone magic, yeah, they red And bitch, we GD crazy, and you heard what I said
Writer(s): Charles Bernstein, Patavious Lushun Isom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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