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Prime Suspects
Prime Suspects
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Espradron
Ernest Espradron
Composer

Letra

Pack the Lac's with mac's and choppers, it's goin down Stand tall with your backs against the wall and lay em down I ain't trippin if I die tonight, my mind ain't right Down my round and now your family goin bleed tonight Pack the Lac's with mac's and choppers, it's goin down Stand tall with your backs against the wall and lay em down Get the kids from around because we settin it off Sawed offs, mac's and choppers, niggas downtown here let's get off Niggas kill my round so retaliation is what we know I ain't scared to go, smokin a cho, I'm a let some rounds go Spittin that and hittin niggas at the same time My mind kinda fucked up while I'm screamin (what nigga, what nigga) Out of all the hustles, shit nigga, I picked coke Nigga tried to rob my nigga, and kill him cause he ain't give him the dope Now what you know, how you wanna nigga to cope with that Get the gats, make em rat to the tat tat, cause it's choppers and mac's Didn't know we was coming back like that quick Hit you and your partners wig split So they can't come back and get who did it All this shit happens uptown cause they kill my round Shit nigga, pack the Lac with mac's and choppers cause it's going down Jumping in the hot Lac with a point to prove Bumpin pass me them things when you see them they lose Benefit, poppin out the ride I got butterflies See them scary motherfuckers look em dead in the eye Uzi man got to touch ya ain't no love for ya I got the spirit of my nigga laying dead in the gutter Got the bustin by moon in the broad daylight Facing life, I'm a soldier willing to die for what's right Flags spinnin at him, caught four did him wrong Bust your dome, now I'm breakin, shakin, headin on home Smokin on that California to relieve my stress Know them coppers coming at me so I'm wearin my vest Can it be my life so trife with all the hustles and flights Shit still ain't right, got me gattin tonight I gots to take it to you with the head buster let's do this right My mind set em down bad but the same time I'm hollerin fuckin why See I moves in the night where shit be kinda tight Splita splita wig, here I'm fixin to put a niggas life You had it coming so don't be lookin funny Nigga??? rock, now lay it down my only want it You shot the dice, now we jumpin back up on it Realizing to yourself you can't fuck with niggas who hungry Now I'm repped out Got my name ringin, got your people spooked out Heard it was niggas in all black steel toes trooped out Now your in position to feel crushed by niggas too real Straight warriors, gettin it how they live X2]
Writer(s): Odell Vickers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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