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frayser click - player 1 & bloody bones lyrics

[verse 1: mad maine]
frayser cl!ck in the house for the n*ggy*nine*trey
back by request, it’s the n*gga that you love to hate
that’s me, m*a*d m*a*motherf*ckin’*ine
grabbin’ my glock, what’s up, say hi to my little friend
dj sound in the house, motherf*ckin’ dough [?]
player 1, player 2 takin’ out the f*ckin’ heat
[?] crime rate, that’s the sh*t i’m talkin’ about
scandalous, handle it, puttin’ my gat up in yo mouth
lunatic finna cl!ck, so you better run and hide
criminal have a suit, now you know i drive*by
[?] f*ck you, and i’m f*ckin’ this
[?], frayser cl!ck f*ckin’ sh*t

[verse 2: bl**dy bones]
gank ’em, forget yo ass stanged
hit yo crew, my pockets due
let’s go out on the stang and work
sh*t is gettin’ thick now as the frayser cl!ck is in this b*tch
player 1 & player 2 down with the motherf*ckin’ crew
mc money & gangsta gold, what’s up wit’ em?
they’re up on this, no good, dirty hoes loves [?]
put it to a n*gga brain, quick to start a chiefin’, mane
down with the pimpin’ game, and the sissy’s trifflin’, mane
shoot a n*gga ass with the twelve gauge
take this slaw to the h*ll, and put his body in the grave
i’m straight deathbound n*gga outta frayser
tryna pop game on me, n*gga, and i’ma have the pleasure
pimpin’ gangster sh*t
but that’s what’s up, get buck
motherf*ckin’ frayser cl!ck
[verse 3: player 1]
high as a mink coat, i’m bumpin’ that isley
[?], so all these suckers don’t suprise me
usin’ my head, i makin plenty of the money
and if these folks come in, they shall comin’ to know me
i was all about the money since the day i was born
ridin’ now whenever you call me on the [?]
clockin’ nonstop, [??at the rain’s low in h*ll??]
i got to front this m*ffin, yo, a busta, i bailed
ridin’ in the ‘crest, in a short dog cadillac
i see big locs, i’m tellin’ him that’s my stuff, and then jumpin’ back
eatin’ at melanie’s, and commitin’ felonies
quit the game, everyone keeps tellin’ me to quit
no, ’cause i’m whole with the frayser cl!ck

[interlude: dj sound]
yeah, what’s up?
yeah, we got kee*wee on the motherf*cker, mane

[verse 4: kee*wee]
this sh*t is too thick
b*tch got me cl!ckin’, cl!ckin’ on you stupid trick
hoes talkin’ sh*t and get slapped when it’s gettin’ thick
frayser is the set that i claim, mane
n*gga’s get to buckin’ so rough, n*gga’s gonna shoot them thangs
f*ck around, [?] around, f*ckin’ with a k!ller, b*tch
it’s the ana’ for you sissy ho, drop it off, suck my d*ck
you wanna run up? understand, mane, whatever
put money and murder together, and see what you’ll get
every motherf*cker that really don’t give’s a sh*t
kickin’ ass real fast, down with the frayser cl!ck
[verse 5: lil bay]
this is the baysta, checkin’ in strong, on the microphone
chillin’ with the cl!ck, in the m*town [?]
straight outta frayser, young conin’ ass n*gga
ready to pull the motherf*ckin’ tec trigger
and blast yo ass to the past, g
and that’s what you get for f*ckin’ with me
see, it’s the cl!ck, so thick we got the warning label
you f*ck with us, and the [?]
and b*tches don’t stand a chance with a real n*gga
you’re just some ass with a face of a k!ller
so, back up off me, spit out the coffee
before you come f*ckin’ with me and the cl!ck
’cause i’m with that real sh*t
and i’m down with the motherf*ckin’ cl!ck

[verse 6: dirty red]
wannabe*a*hustler, n*gga, never trust*ah
n*gga like me, ’cause my name is dirty r*e*f*ckin’*d
down with the frayser cl!ck, ’cause this sh*t is gettin’ thick
makin’ n*ggas drop it off, makin’ them be flat*foot slit
“drop it off, ho”, that’s what i be yellin’
in my mind, all the time i’m thinkin’ of bailin’
from the scene, with the cash, [?], mane
thinkin’ about the motherf*ckin’ devilish stang
[verse 7: mc money]
’bout my hog k!llin’, that’s what i intend to be
takin’ out you b*tches if you tryna f*ck with me
we got the tone to yo dome, it’s what a n*gga do
watch yo back, rat*at*at*at*ah, ’cause i’m a k!ll you
stick ’em high, lay ’em low, that’s the way, ho
takin’ care of mine, that’s the way i livin’ off
with the glock on my side, i’m k!llin’ n*ggas quick
’cause i’m that type of a n*gga that’s all about that pimp sh*t
prepare to break and run when you hear the shot, mane
because a n*gga behind the trigger’s wanna everythang
and when i pull the trigger, i’m ’bout to take these b*tches out
’cause that’s what’s thuggish motherf*cker have to think about

[verse 8: gangsta gold]
this gangsta gold, and you’re ’bout to catch a bullet, b*tch
i’m peelin’ caps, oh my n*gga, you can’t f*ck with
puttin’ n*ggas on the pressure with my mac*10
funky hoes, watch yo back, ’cause i’m creepin
in the cut, with my gat, like a psychopath
you surrender where the bullet lead off yo ass
leave the scene of a crime, ’cause i gotta split
’cause i’m that type of a n*gga that k!ll, and i gank quick
takin’ b*tches out, packin’ every nine rounds
makin’ redrum for a boy*ah ’cause they’re bullet bound
i’m on a mission, and my gun cl!cks constantly
so when i k!ll, it’s the criminal inside of me
now watch yo back, be prepared for the hit, mane
go get yo backup, ’cause we take no sh*t and
straight outta ‘crest, and you know this sh*t is thick
double g mc, down with the cl!ck

- player 1 bloody bones lyrics

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