Tini - Manslaughter lyrics

Hook: Tommy Wright Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a get him Get that motherf**a, get that motherf**a, get his busta a** get him Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river [2-Faced] Wakin' up early in the mornin', straight up joanin' Gotta get full ah them d**, leavin' them n***a wid slugs Compliments of 2-faced n***a the thug It ain't no love, I told you before So lemon a** n***as get filled up wid lead Get caught by surprise, come duck and be tried He instantly die, bullet wound to the head Blood gotta shed,when I load up my rifle A sniper deliverin' lead to your dome Shot been inflicted,wid doses of pimpin' I hang in South Memphis, but hell is my home Home wid them k**as, my n***a cap peelers Gravediggas remember,my temper is short Snortin' c**aine, it's f**in' up my brain My mind is maintained, by devious thoughts Keepin' a weapon of any ill threat That's s**as who stepping, and clickin and pullin My roadie be k**in' cap peelin', drug dealin' Two villain, no feelin' for snitches who nosey Givin' out clout to them clock of a dolla straight bought 'em I saw them wid triggas I sawed 'em No mercy for n***as,I'm out to make figgas I'm leavin' 'em in rivers, so bodies gettin' hauled off I thought of a plan, to murder a man And get away clean,wid the money and dope The tradegy I will leave Will be like fatally Tied the two to the tree, put 'em up in my smoke Full ah that f**in' blow, rippin' a forty-four Chief as I cough, and throw up on them mega blunts n***as who flodgin', get broke when I'm robbin' So s**as start dodgin', or get put up in my trunk Hook [Project Pimp] Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men got a masta plan Chasin' that b**h till she run outta breath Bullets don't stop he gon' meet his damn d**h Put him in a ditch, deep in the ground Burnin' the mug, you got some gas Smackin' him with that forty-four b**h Finger on trigger keep tellin' me blast Nuthin' but this thang, everyday thang k**in' n***as, doggin' hoes Ten wanted men once again wid a bang Project Pimp I'm shootin' them tones Hangin' out at the door wid the dope forty-four pistol And vamp wid the gin on the seat and I'm pullin' the triggers That leave his a** cuz, Project Pimp ah psycho thug [T-Dawg] Man T-Dawg in the joint once again For the nine-six Street Smart bumpin' that sh** Leavin' these n***as f**ed up, whopped up wid that thirty R six b**h Cappin' and snatchin' these k**as drug dealers cap peelers We out for your gravy hoe Ten wanted men on a mission wid murder sh** That b**h got your casket closed Creepin' slow, on the floor, on a hoe Lookin' for the trick, wid the riches up in this thang Strapped like Jack wid a click in my back In the getaway van, ready to blast Body bags, on the ground, I'm leavin' these n***as for them folks Man T-Dawg I'm outty five but another n***a casket closed Hook [Tini] Creepin' to the scene in a glimpse, never seen Disappear, like a ghost in the wind it's me T to the I to the N to the I to the M-A-I-N-E, Tini Pockets feelin' broke so I gotta make a stang On a lemon mane that's got me f**ed up the game Comin' from the dark so I bust your heart Wid the seven Jason masks gimme all the cash hit the gas Smack and kick your b**h up the side her head then cuff her Time to gag her wid the Tommy Hilfiger that I snatched up off yo b**h Tie your hands behind your back Get the oxy vogues from the window out the 'Lac Chiefin' on another sac I got another plan Hit the stach pot cheese and dope His boy was finna blow, we left him on the floor Smack him one more time before we go Hopped into the Chevy thang let me throw up again As the green, let me think, Tini five, no I strive How that like that ain't no way that ain't no good But I can't afford to make no losses Jason mask ain't this a b**h Millimetre jealous so they scopin' me, bloody Glock is in my hand Perry Ellis smellin' like a lucci, quarter ounce a dope is in the air Brothers can't stand the truth playa robbers creepin' from the east Prepared Glock seventeen lookin' mean, as release, co*k it back Spittin rounds out the side to the ground Did ya, did ya get him?, yes I got him As I tired ah bustin' scatter creep ya knees to the back to the Ground Thinkin' of a scheme it's a dream it's for real lay him dead Mr. Tini maine ya shouldn'ta crossed me out Forty-five Gs, six k** a pound a weed, two other trees Manslaughter, Tini five I'm in the house Hook (1x)