Searchin Fo a Lick

Creepin' on the come up with a 2-11 on my mind Persuaded by the devil, grippin' on my blade, passing nine Searchin' fo' a lick that I can hit with murder in my soul Swingin', bendin' corners in the '67 El Co Blacked out, runnin' routes, busta, what you talkin' 'bout? Bodies in the bag, bangin' on a trunk, they scream and shout You fuckin' with the Killa, the Silver Back Gorilla G-59 is not a gang, bitch, we the militia Countin' up my skrilla, shoot my cap pilla Kill a motherfucker, throw his body in the river Runnin' through your fuckin' hood with ski mask on my fuckin' face We killin' every pussy motherfucker that be in my way Roll me up another blunt of that sticky skunk Get the shake junt, slaughterin' these suckas for some fuckin' fun Got the gun, leave a nigga stunned, bitch, I'm on the run Ho, you want it? I can promise I can give you some Mafia, smoked out, loced out Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, smoked out, loced out Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, smoked out, loced out Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out Triple 6