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recognize - tha truma center killaz lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, you got north memphis and ridgegrove up in this biatch
dig that motherf*cker, it’s d.o.n you know i’m sayin’, your hoes mine
if you ain’t got six point on the star, you won’t get far, hoe
g38, my n*gga stoney up in this motherf*cker
t*bone up in this motherf*cker
y’all b*tches know what i’m talkin’ about, it’s d.o.n, y’all know i’m talkin’ bout, y’all lame ass n*ggas stressin’ that sh*t
you got lil scoob doin’ this motherf*cker from the [?], if you wanna get with this real n*gga sh*t, b*tch, call 274, suck d*ck, hoe
dig that
and you boys ain’t talkin’ about nothing, mane, why you n*ggas steady woopin’ your ass
we got the evergreen up in this b*tch
y’all know what we talkin’ about, mane, these n*ggas with that old sh*t clamin’ they, um, um, with the old six sh*t [?] got six point to a sh*t
biatch
6*6*6 suck d*ck, hoe

[verse 1: d.o.n]
man in your scary dreams outta evergreen, creepin’ nеver sleepin’ got the [?] knife
.45 undеr my mattress, stickin’ like a cancer cause a n*gga can’t sleep at night
comin’ with the bad dreams, horror fl!cks, cl!ckin’ for the chicken got you suckers havin’ [?]
n*ggas don’t like what i’m doin’, i’m scream on your suckers [?] get off my d*ck
all about my hustle cause it get me paid, [?] the deal [?] through the alleyway
comin’ through cut, got to stick a n*gga up, got you sucker droppin’ of monkey nuts
.45 glock to your stomach you surely go vomit from takin’ the slug in your guts
six feet deep, put you to the sleep, n*gga try to f*ck around egp
n*ggas be trippin’, i’m bustin’ your lip, got you spit out your blood from the blows to your t**th
[verse 2:]
n*ggas be pullin’ the trigga [?] breakin’ ’em mouth like a [?]
stretchin’ my weapon and [?] to the dump
showin’ no love to these n*ggas, [?] pullin’ the trigga and k!llin’ like manson
[?] murder, so i got do you ass in
sprayed your chest [?], i’m confess to a murder and suckers i’m layin’ the risk
n*gga catch a motherf*ckin’ bullet to your motherf*ckin chest
h*a*y it’s got the crazy [?]
some n*gga get ready, i’m comin’ and gunnin’ you runnin’ like [?] but you you know you can’t hide
[?] put you forever to fry

n*ggas can’t hang with this sh*t
truma center.. know i’m sayin’ ?
yeah, we ain’t [?] up in this motherf*cker
got me f*cked up, mane

[verse 3: miss mike]
[?] f*ggot ass all over the place
you know they snitches, they b*tches and [?]
to a n*gga, pull the trigga, cap him in his head
loud sound, sent them down to the ground now they dead
[?] with the tec*9 in hand
these [?] shakin’ lookin’ nervous, i had the glizzock, mane
tryna [?], to trust that b*tch from the [?]
[?] make a n*gga pull [?]
these hoes be snitch on your [?]
kickin’ my pimpin’, smokin’ bud with my n*gga schizo [?]
d.o.n with the glock, he [?]
sl!ck ricky pimpin’ that hoe and plus these knock outs ain’t stop
every night [?] rollin’ joints and coffin’ [?]
if them hoes [?]
[?] then you know we ain’t not good
quickily i squeeze the trigga, yes, i’m f*ckin’ cap peeler
ain’t no hoe, full of that dope, put the busters on my scope
30*30 winchester, blastin’ tryna [?]
ball out to ridgegrove, put them tones to the gut spot
[?] come to my house [?] 19 bl**dy glock
paranoid i hit that blunt, now i’m on the jack hunt [?]
[?] my n*gga, yes, we smoke this skunk
on [?], every day, n*gga all about to loot
stop that sh*t right here cause i’m [?] for a prostitute, biatch
yeah, it’s d.o.n up in this motherf*cker, you know i’m sayin’
[?] very necessary and scary
to all you hoes, mane, it’s on my d*ck, trick it off, i’mma let my n*gga bumpin’ on these biatch
t*bone, huh? you better bring it on, recognize, k!ll ’em

[verse 4: t*bone]
recognize when this sh*t come to your f*ckin’ face
n*gga catch a murder case, murder case after case
so i recognize when this pimpin’ sh*t come through
n*ggas from the egp, [?] though you knew
when we come to your set, b*tches better jet
bringin’ that pump and that funk, so them n*ggas better jet
we comin’ all [?] in the ’95 the fever for your ass
don’t make me have to blast at your ass

[outro]
b*tch, biatch, biatch
truma center..
..is on my d*ck, mane
from evergreen, ridgegrove

- tha truma center killaz lyrics

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