a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu ten wanted men – tommy wright iii

[verse 1: lil ramsey]
ten wanted men, a clan of k!llers and pimp n*ggas
them players they sweating, try a clique of straight serial k!llers
the feds and the dea got our names at the top of the list
them player hatin’ b*tches wanna step, but our sh*t legit
all my n*ggas be staying strapped at your clique with the ak c*cked
i’m high as a motherf*cker, make a move and you’ll hear it pop
most n*ggas that disrespect get caught up in [?]
i’m thinking and drinking, full of gin but i’m still banking
no player gotta get it g, so i stay about my daily hustle
ain’t f*cked about laymans who dropped this off, that’s them buffalo busters
i’m reeling thеm down but i don’t f*ck with you giggling hoes
you talking about playing cards, i’m talking about kicking in doors
so ten wanted mеn, we gathered together so b*tches bar
you’re mad, just jealous, it ain’t no love, yeah we sn*tching cars
forever i swear, try to stack a bank and that sh*t too thick
lil ramsey ain’t f*cked up, so you hoes get off my d*ck

[verse 2: princess loko]
nine wanted men and a lady in this f*cking b*tch
come up in four corners, won’t loko gonna have to shank a trick
player type n*ggas chiefing weed and keeping me so high
bow down to this clique you hoe, i k!ll you then i watch you die
everlasting pimping game, my n*gga speed up on you hoes
tommy wright, t dog, my n*gga al with the [?]
mac ain’t never lacking a slack and back ’cause we too deep to go
make a stang or two then get the chewing from a dirty hoe
[?] because these n*ggas like to catch you slipping g
make a skip straight to your grave, have no [?] ’cause that’s just me
bound to send you to the morgue, that’s how you go down if you see
every time you see a n*gga, players always coming deep
tom be in my drawers, that’s everyday, loko don’t trust these folks
none of you clever ass b*tches, all you wannabe jealous hoes
i’m just letting you know about a group of n*ggas about they hustle
ain’t tryna think two times for breaking b*tches
they just wanna bust a nut in your face, drop your cheese, making plenty of ends
loko’s on a mission to get it pimping with ten wanted men
[verse 3: tommy wright iii]
wanted by the feds, wanted by the narcs, ten wanted men can’t be stopped
[?] bodies drop, c*cked and close, snubbed nose
runnin’, gunnin’ on the chase, lock down is where we’re based
ten wanted men won’t give in ’cause we’re bound to catch a case
tall tree, stc, hypeville, summerville
[?] i’d rather be in pimpin’ville
real trill, laying low, backstreets is where we roll
a hundred miles and running to four corners since somebody told
tommy wright on the run, five warrants got me stressed
posters hanging downtown with the red word for my arrest
roll block want me to stop, to me that means punch the gas
roll the window down, put the cigarette out for the brake ’cause i wanna go real fast
blast on they ass zip ’em in the f*cking body bag
if you see ten wanted men, call back to [?]

[verse 4: mac t*dog]
jack a n*gga, stab a n*gga, [?]
can’t go home, sh*t it’s on, hit into a danger zone
glock on my hip, it’s that creep on the backstreets
park the ’94 [?] and then quick me a cherokee
[?] looking for these b*tches who tried to shoot me, t
when i catch ’em slipping, watch i’ll send them busters six feet deep
coming down mclemore, my n*gga bumpin’ pimpin’ hoe
f*ckers step [?] b*tch we’re going to your funeral
then i hit the d*o*p*e*t*r*a*c*k you b*tch
slangin’ on a quarter key, making my f*cking pockets deep
nine is key, go on a five*point*oh death, bled out, blinding folks
f*ck about, lemme pimp it b*tch, i bet your ass be dissin’ hoe
rolling through four corners, bumping marvin g*ye [?]
quick to getting your sh*t trick with that motherf*cking smith & wesson, b*tch
n*ggas on my d*ck ’cause i got it made in the shade
why you running your f*cking mouth, lil mac t*dog, get paid
hoe, i’m finna pimp a junt, sleeping on them f*cking jeans
glizzock on my hip, [?] f*ck with the ten wanted men
[verse 5: ?]
for the love of money, b*tch i’m having thoughts of spilling your blood
cases of that miller, plus my clip is filled with silver slugs
bullets come for chasing n*ggas, sticking, digging in your ass
pockets flat from gambling, now i’m reaching for that jason mask
jumping up in the chevy, i hit the bump and stomped until it peeled
pistol by my d*ck and now i’m scoping out these hoes on [?]
n*ggas be foolish, then where all they go on the street, when they know that a devil [?]
[?] give me your jewelry b*tch, don’t hesitate hoe, you ain’t my nig
still go right behind ’em, put that .44 up to his neck
b*tch you better hurry up before i bl**dy that [?]
dropped it off his head but i won’t sweat it, but hoe i want your life
it’s all that got you f*cked up, so you know you gotta pay the price
took a couple of [?] then i shot one time
[?] down on the ground, he wasn’t moving ’cause i hit that spine
running with a [?] in my hands and i book it up in the [?]
b*tches get up off my d*ck, i’m down with the motherf*cking ten wanted men

[verse 6: wild child]
n*ggas out there don’t dilate my pimping ’cause you will get hurt
n*ggas will slip and then i pop in the clip and i’ll bury these b*tches up under the dirt
blast that ass on them fools that wanna trip like a lunatic
ten wanted men, who are we and you know this sh*t is thick
t*dog, kingpin got my motherf*cking back
creep in and peep, we whooping them b*tches, we robbing them n*gga, we cool like that
coming straight out of the overlook, a promise where we hang at
n*ggas that come on our turf talking sh*t, you will get jacked
you might think i’m wrong but this sh*t is way too thick
please don’t violate or you’ll be a dead b*tch
these words coming from a real motherf*cking gangsta
a n*gga that robbed your ass, take your b*tches, say thank ya
i’m always strapped with a pistol grip on my hip
thoughts you’d slip or i’ma let these motherf*cking bullets rip
in your ass, make you think about the past, stupid ass fool
n*ggas out in the world need they motherf*cking ass too
already been schooled by my motherf*cking thirty, bro
hoe did you know, i don’t think so, could you get here with just forty*four
get in, get in, get in where you fit in
wild child it’s my name and i’m down with the motherf*cking ten wanted men
[verse 7: kingpin]
get the ten wanted men, real n*ggas just breaking bones
you tricks don’t step too close, ’cause buster we’re packing tone
sp*ced out, so blanked out, yeah we high as a motherf*cker
ten k!llers and [?] finna buck down some silly suckers
but tommy, he got that gat, lil ramsey gonna load that hog
a nine up to your spine, four corners, they got them y’all
you b*tches bow down boy, come player, we’re coming deep
a thug life i got to live, we’re raised up in [?]
[?] is where i dwell, stay smoking that marijuana
anytime they get buck wild and do what the f*ck we wanna
t*dog and tommy wright, lil wild child is smoking sack
my go by is kingpin, i’m down with ten wanted men

[verse 8: ?]
ten wanted men, running through this b*tch with a tec*9
c*ck the glock, another cop, a drive*by, don’t give a f*ck about the white swine
ballin’ in the ’73, smoked out as h*ll
h*lla cops on my ass and i have no choice but to bail
h*ll, i can’t get caught up in this f*cked up society
f*ck them b*tches, i k!ll them b*tches before i let them hoes have me
down in the mound, kicking in my motherf*cking front door
so i’m packing my sh*t and moving [?] when i’m still on the run hoe
some n*gga must have snitched ’cause them b*tches still riding the d*ck
of a international hustler post countries slanging yam b*tch
blasting on these b*tches that sleep with these player hater imitators
walking around calling a cop like them punk motherf*ckers don’t fade us
running through the cut, a cop pulled a shotgun out point blank range
so i stopped [?] and pulled my sh*t out and let them hollow points way
they’ll end that b*tch, might f*ck his sh*t, player got a stash rolled
back in the mound on the track in my [?]
now my face is shown on the news, i’m still on my hustle, f*ck catching a blue
i’m one of the ten wanted men, [?]

[verse 9: 1st degree]
1st degree is on the stang with my weapon inflicting pain
blood and murder ain’t no thing, i’m leaving them slugs in his brain
lemme get a hit off that dope, cough and choke, now i’m finna get crunk
twelve o’clock on the dime, the trick got shot when i unloaded the pump
to his face [?] pimps don’t need no murder case
when i be filling they f*cking head, dispose of you b*tches like waste
leaving no trace for them folks so they can never catch me slip
if they do, i’m ready to shoot, i’m keeping that thing on my hip
so don’t trip on [?]
1st degree is on the creep, making them stangs, i gotta get paid
n*ggas get played, but i won’t go, steadily making my cash flow
you just heard the mentality of the ninth most wanted n*gga

[verse 10: ?]
four corners and omp dipping [?]
aka will k!ll our thugs, robbers, ten wanted men g
from busters all on our nuts, get back ’cause you can’t compete
you cannot hang, so send these suckers, just take a seat
smoke a blunt, now get real crunk, inhale through my f*cking lungs
a gun through my nose from the po, got my whole body numb
we ready to do our dirt, strapped up ’cause mane it’s so thick
for busters and motherf*ckers, shut up b*tch, just listen b*tch
we’re k!llers and dope dealers, the worst kind you ever saw
we’re chill ass n*ggas, so you [?]
so busters gonna realize, recognize that they categorize
[?]
can’t think ’cause we stay so blank, go stay out of pistol range
[?] for twenty n*ggas when the pistol stang
[?]
i’ll find a cover mane, ain’t got no [?]
and for hampton, i step on up, so busters just be concerned
ten wanted men, we get so buck and b*tches just got to learn
we will step to the floor, just give it up ’cause we cracking skulls
forever blasting on b*tches ’cause we show no kind of love
so wannabe ass n*ggas don’t try to step to this player sh*t
once again, ten wanted men on the creep, we so real with this pistol cl!ck

[hook]
ten wanted men, ten wanted men
ten wanted men, we never scr*p, we’ll fill your cap b*tch
ten wanted men, ten wanted men
ten wanted men, on the run with the gun g

- tommy wright iii

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...