Niggaz Get They Wig Split

Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with this Mobb shit

Niggaz get they wig split

see-Bo:

Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door

And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's

Letin' 'em have it 'cause I'm static

Dumpin the grass

Killed his ass

And then kneel down and get my last laugh

Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped

Now he lay dead in the ditch

Ass ripped

Suckin' on his own dick

Money talk

Bullshit walk

Fool this ain't no sunshine

Three killas

One garden blocc, two hillside

be -Legit:

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man

And that'll hurt a man

Niggaz doin' dirt and

All you got to do is hop your ass in my 'Cut

We'll be back tomorrow mornin'

Cell, you comin' or what?

I got this gut feelin'

About to make the killin' for a livin'

The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap

And they want him dead

A hundred G's for his head

And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled

Celly Cel:

Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence

Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence

Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up

Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut

There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno

Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass see-Notes

Made the hit

Got the scrilla

Gone without a trace

be behind the wheel

And Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail

If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells

Pistol smokin'

These niggaz know we ain't no jokin'

Split up the tokens

And I'm back in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' with this Mobb shit

Niggaz get they wig split

be -Legit:

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a

buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.

The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.

And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.

Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do bitch