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hoe yean know - criminal manne lyrics

[intro: lil grip]
we see ana, love is grinnin’, keepin’ our chambers full of slugs
so i blast you, f*ckin’ dress you, if you f*ck up, you clique up
we see ana, love is grinnin’, keepin’ our chambers full of slugs
so i blast you, f*ckin’ dress you, if you f*ck up, you clique up

[verse 1: k!llamac]
k!llamac, mista manne, mista dre and lil grip
ain’t talkin’ loud, sayin’ nothin’ we just come in the clique
we [?] clips on you hoes, so don’t stand a chance
we makin’ b*tches move some, all these n*ggas get banned
blast at me for a minute, i’ma make you go witness
with my n*gga lo*low, droppin’ b*tches in ditches
slowly creep, with the quickness, [?] n*ggas get [?]
high pitched and we diggin’, it’s hoe yean know, b*tch

[verse 2: mac v*dog]
’cause ask me why i rap about thе same day in the hood
pullin’ my pistol for you [?], now let’s gеt this sh*t understood
i can talk the way i talk and i can walk the way i walk
and if any [?] say, then i’ma shoot my f*ckin’ yalk
for you haters, imitators, who be bumpin’ ’bout lil v
got some ana don’t tell me, bring that sh*t to [?]*street
on ten toes i’m sellin’ dope, and smokin’ quarter pounds of weed
bounce that paper on the track, and then my beeper full of g
[verse 3: lil grip]
from the shot to the [?], [?] lil grip
[?] runnin’ around
[?] so die
[?] f*cked up, [?]
represent to the fullest, [?] my n*gga dre
pullin’ with no remorse, [?] comin’ through, with that [?]
n*gga [?], [?] it’s a parted b*tch
hoe yean know, we [?], so tight, so n*gga in this sh*t

[verse 4: ?]
we pack some blunts, my trunks got f*cked, because i’m sick with it
goldies and vogues, [?] hoes and you can’t f*ck with it
my hood is filled with pimps and hoes and also real k!llers
this [?] is what i’m screamin’, on you b*tch*ass n*ggas
’cause k!ller is realer, i paid the cost to be the f*ckin’ boss
you choose, you loose, ’cause ain’t no winners in this game, hoes
n*gga pass the blunt and let’s get crunk, and also super high
that sh*t you talkin’, my head just don’t be on my mind

[verse 5: ?]
you hatin’ ’cause a n*gga like me be stay strapped on the block
ready to play them deadly games
i come to bring the pain, so much hatred in your face
ana got me packin’ him, as this warm blood pumps through my cold heart
while i walk the streets, i’m supossed to be far from, [?]
b*tch, f*ck me where i’m standin’
i’m gon’ stand here like a tank, and i’m gon’ shoot back like a cannon
with that remedy for life, i call it death, you hoes just choose the way
stalkin’, [?], walkin’ of that reefer weed and hennessy
[verse 6: ?]
[?], a n*gga that don’t play on them sissy’s b*tch
n*gga, that’s how i’m gonna stay, [?]
in this b*tch, we [?], [?] f*ckin’ sh*t
and you hoes can’t f*ck with it
mackin’ to the fullest, got this gun, better pull it
make you b*tches start to pull it, and you n*ggas know i put it
and till you n*ggas want some, come and get some
[?], comin’ back with that tommy gun, b*tch

[verse 7: ?]
[?] hoes, [?]
it’s in my blood, [?]
[?], bet’ not doubt it
i leave you in sh*tted draws
my momma told me ’bout these b*tch [?] who [?]
if you f*ck up with me, uh, i f*ck y’all
[?] on the highway, like [?] till i vanish
better keep your [?] down partner, ’cause you can’t f*ck with us

[verse 8: ?]
i play sh*t like [?], [?] in this b*tch
ain’t no love for no hoe, i gives a f*ck about a trick
mista murder [?] k!ll, [?] cl!ckin’ in this thang
mista manne got the plan, scoped them b*tches in my rank
another n*gga wanna test, another n*gga gon’ get f*cked
ain’t no mercy for you hoes, lock you in then close your door
it ain’t sh*t for me to say, what the f*ck i wanna say
best to speak your f*ckin’ peep, then get on ’bout your way

- criminal manne lyrics

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