Project Pimp - Last Alternative lyrics

Hook: Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows (2x) [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I f**in' die Street sweep through the hood wid my n***a Kiki in the wood Wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by You survive, that's a lie, fifty n***as standin' on the corna Watchin' every muthaf**n' move you make Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come n***a break Bullet penetrate, in a n***a face not payin' Tryna f** wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast Last n***a died, when he tried, pimpin' big Got k**ed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance" But not me, on my tone, get the phone Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest Prove it to me, do a street sweep Put a hole in a n***a chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants Wasn't sh** different when I moved in South Memphis For the n***a millimetre for they broad got pimpin' Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks And ah Ziploc Glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0 Still on parole can't catch another case Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood Go to war with the world if I gotta Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter Hook (1x) [Verse 2: La Chat] Hoppin' on these b**hes, leavin' 'em wid stitches Reason why I do these funky hoes If you b**hes got some anna bring the sh** on Cause La Chat still won't go Cappin' all these s**as, fillin' these bustas Shoot 'em to the ground wid my nine that I tote b**hes wanna test my motherf**in' pimpin' Best believe that's a motherf**in' lesson hoe Beatin' these b**hes to the ground That's my hobby I like to do Busta a** hoe got a Glock at her side Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot Threaten my f**in' life hoe that's a no no you lil silly hoe You one hoe, that I know that done know That your stupid a** gotta vamp gotta go Evil signs I do not see, it's just the hatred in my blood It's just me when I feel the need I'm poppin' them motherf**in' slugs b**h I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames Know this anna's on my mind, it keep me doin' a f**in' crime Never like caught, slippin' b**h, I bet I keep my f**in' nine Got some anamosity, here's my f**in' do' key Get that sh** up off your chest My 20 guage track will handle the rest Hook (1x) [Project Pimp] I gotta be makin' that cash, the bigga my stash I put on my halloween mask Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets Makin' them lemons lay down in the gra** My weapon I'm grippin' ain't no time for slippin' The Pimp and I'm all about makin' that cheese Robber who robbin' them b**hes for riches and dumpin' Ain't no stoppin till I get some kis Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans And take care my family through problems Hit up my n***a that wanted Li-zo and Terrel Some playas who down to go robbin' Think that I'm flodgin' don't slip and get k**ed by them bullets That fly from the .45 clip, that c**aine is in my brain Got me straight doin' thangs, to them hoe n***as when I catch 'em slip No mercy for s**as and bustas when I'm on my hustle I take care ah my business off top Regardless whoever that n***a might be When I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin' that Glock It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low I kick it wid k**ers, dog dealers, graven***as Who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on 'em low [Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your f**in' life Roll them dice, get a side bet Tommy best shot betta aim that I get Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love Two Glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers Where I'm from n***as come wid pistols Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em Tommy don't love 'em it was only f** phonies Six feet to me ain't deep Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the pa**enger seat Really don't give a f**, nail it to your nuts Everyday parlay sun down, sun up n***as don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait Murder show at twelve can't be late f** scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin' When the damage is done, do away wid the gun On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, f** tha police Hook (1x) [Tommy Wright III] Dig that, Memphis n***as ain't scrappin' no more Especially ten wanted men, f** scrappin' we cappin' It's on like cap, BIOTCH!