Victimized

Lyrics

[Interlude] Yo, what's up homies Ay, let's go twist this niggas cap back man Let's go, let's do this [Verse 1: Mac-T Dog] Calm my nerve, grab the Glock Load it up and hit the door Then I grabbed the skimask and jumped in the '94 5.0 Pistol on the seat, while I creep, on a sissy bitch Extra bullets in the Glock, I'm popped with a pack of cigarettes Scope the trick, seek that bitch Jumped out the car, with my thong Put the cask, no bad trick or take a ride to the funeral home Try to be tough, finna get locked In the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga Should have gave me that cheese, make you flow in the Wolf river Pockets swole, time to roll, back to the area Clientel got me bail, hit the track, gon' pay the court TEC on my hip, takin' a sip from the Tanqueray Drinkin' and thinkin' the [?], my nigga Lil Mike CT is tryna get paid Rob a trick, for four keys, get your ass in once again 95g in my hand, now a nigga gone in the wind Loadin' up the .30-.30, I'm finna get on a robbin' level Bitch I'm just a victim and don't be a victim of a 2-11 [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lord Infamous] Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] I likes to pack the small shit, nigga play the 22's Leave a nigga dead, with some bloodshed on his shoes Never scared to rob a bitch, catch 'em in their crucifix Pockets gettin' swoled, 'cause I rose with Da Crime Click Tricks gettin' sick, 'cause I hit some for their whole check Nigga hit the deck, 2-11's in affect Quit looking at my face, keep your head towards the fuckin' floor Count to a hundred, 'fore you try to jump and call the folks Headin' back to the shack, share my stash with my gang Grab an extra clip and change outfits for one more stain See a nigga slippin' at the phone booth, I gots to go Met park parallel, should I just get in their bail Put them pistols to his back, act like I'm your fuckin' friend Don't turn around, hang the phone up and get on in Go ahead and crank this shit, bitch you gon' have to drive I don't want no funny shit, and I'll be on the passenger side Give me all your money, where we goin'?Nigga downtown Take fifty steps from the car, till you fall and drown Now I'm ridin' clean like Lady B and Skinny Pimp Full tank of gas and a pocket full of cash, Tommy Wright [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lord Infamous] Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool [Verse 3: Hardcore] Wakin' up early in the mornin' in a deep sweat Thinkin' about some dirt that I did about a week back 10 days gone and it's still on my mind I'm havin' suicidal thoughts, 'cause I hit you in no time For the crime that I committed Yeah, I know I shouldn't have did it But I did, so check it out As I tell you about this whole damn plan Came about it of, started as a part [?] my picture I picked up the phone and it was Tommy So I asked him, what was up? He said chill I've got a plan and here's the deal I said I'm down for the crime, so if you want me to I load up the 9 and cock the hammer all the way to the back Stickin' the gat down in my drawers near my nut sack Just a little slangin' after that I got a beep from my Motorola So quick I clicked over it was a [?] in a fat [?] Told him to hold on and I'll be there in a minute I clicked back over to Tommy and he said sit down, to put me in it When I put on my black tennis and slipped on my black gloves And in the background, I'm listenin' to Piru Love Picked up my keys and hit the door, smokin' chronic while I roll Saw the fein and sold my dope, got the money and hit the door Before the cops pulled me in the same click as Tony [?] 'Cause everybody knows that my neighborhood is a hot spot When I saw the crew and met my dawgs in the parking lot Sippin' on the 40, [?] had to make a choice So was I gonna be down, or was I just talkin' under my [?] Hoe, what you know, it's eight o'clock, so it's time to go And pull a 211 on some nigga roll [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lord Infamous] Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Nigga, I'm kickin' in the doors Drop it off your ass, fool