lirik lagu heat packers – mr. 3-2
heat packer…
[mr. 3-2:]
when i clap that cannon, n-gg-z fall down dead
killer gorilla, for the bread i ain’t scared
get ahead, whatever it take to get over
two 2-3’s, knocking heads off n-gg-z shoulders
i told ya, now it’s too late to plea bargain
no organ, pistol up and i’m mobbing
squabbing, box in the street with no shoes
slapping fools, use a mark like a tattoo
drama ain’t sh-t, but a five letter word
boys get curred, and f-cked off for the birds
i know you heard, we ain’t scared of no jackers
down in h-town, the home of the heat packers
[hook: x2]
heat packers, kidnappers and thugs
fried out sipping mud, and jacking for drugs
c-ck back the hammer, and empty the whole clip
n-gg-z ain’t bout sh-t, so ride or get hit
[beezo:]
it spun, the heat packers are moving the packs
a package is falsing for real, selling illigitmate deal
far from being, some of that fake sh-t that you spill
all that kill em up bang-bang, dope sale that you claim
i don’t claim to be, nothing i’m not to be
the apple don’t fall far from the tree, i know my family tree you feeling me
killers and drug dealers, thug n-gg-z my fam to be
and tell that you visit your fam, from the gutter they rose up
tried to better me growing up, raised right by my team
the streets ripped me to be, a heat packing mc
push and it came, blowing on trees riding on 3’s
me and that n-gg- 3, kicking that s.g.
[hook x2]
[pup:]
motherf-cker i’m a heat packer, with jacking deleting jackers
no problem with busting my pistol, you n-gg-z got it backwards
i’m a soldier, ridgemont veteran quick to fold ya
i told ya, for 2005 the game’s over
i don’t know ya, so what i’ma box you fo’
see i ain’t got time to play with you b-tch, i’ma pop you hoe
so when you see me in the streets, don’t try to flag me down
them be the same b-tch n-gg-z, that try to drag me down
i ain’t no rookie n-gg-, you better ask around
i put-p-put on that mask, and come and blast your town
i’m packing heat, and got four or five n-gg-z packing it with me
artillery, n-body packing rounds under fifty
you fellas wanna get with me, come prepared then n-gg-
cause i’m going all out, if i gotta stab me a n-gg-
but my pistol and my choppers, usually right on my side
with my finger on the trigger, and i’m ready to ride cause we some
[hook x2]
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