Pistols Blazin lyrics

Artist  : 3x Krazy 
Song : Pistols Blazin



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[Featuring Yukmouth, Dru Down, Swoop G,
Cydal]
Ha, ha.
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my
face. Check it.
Mobb shit bitch.
Lynch Mobb
mane.
Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
me
Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up the heat
man
Dig it the M.O.B. baby.
I'm so
hurt!!
Fa sheezy.
Fa sheez.
Verse 1
*(Bart)*
I fold the cash then I
hit
away
juss a thug fo the money, no love
hit
'em up wit the blast
put him in a bag, an wrap
him....
up.
Verse 2 *(T-Luni of
Cydal)*
It's all business
so when the
picture come bouncin off yo head
don't take it
personal
money makin needs no rehearsin
no
nigga
will come wit disrespect an leave wit
they head on they shoulders.
Verse 3
*(Bart)*
Mobb
killaz connected from block
to block
re-caulk the glock
reset the
dot
heatas
Beamers
repeat from Turf
achievers.
Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
We
take action verses talk is cheap
you gonna
believe us
time to floss wit me
cut off the
weak
you won't decieve us
let us mechandise
an murderise
any an all
many will
fall.
Verse 5 *(Bart)*
It's juss an
O.G.
call
made from the B
when I step up, I bet
ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to
blastin ass
dip they bodies in the bag
I
hope I
get to lastin in this game of
cash.
Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
It's
paraphanalia
not parinoid
you fuckin wit a
pair of boys
that'll pump yo body full of
lead
an watch it swell up like we got no
conscience.
Verse 7 *(Bart)*
Cuz it ain't
no spraya like the one I got
claimin you juss
a playa but the fakas I sock
surround yo weave
head
fuckin wit the weave head
get left wit
p head
I bet ya violent click
talkin all
that lip
when you was wit my click an get
shit.
Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
Head
split an ass kicked in
chin shattered
an
nobody could recognize you when they found
ya
an they still don't know who downed
ya.
Verse 9 *(Bart)*
This shit is deeper
than you think
wit a straight face
lay down
an come up off them cavy case
slow
down
better pump yo brakes
don't know my
click from a can of paint
these niggaz won't
last
when I
buck one in that ass
an hit
the gate
I seen two more escape.
Chorus
*(Ager Man)* x2
It ain't no room for no
non-ass soldier niggas
an it's amazin how the
heat bring out the hoe in niggas
when pistols
blazin.
Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*
Cashin
'em
like fresh over fresh
I'm in the
Benz
massagin a bitches my rivalry
rushed
out to get some ends
build the twins
nigga
I love them bitch half Benz
strugglin off that
gin
hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
but
they
foot soliders
not swangin like a
Nova
plus them niggaz ain't tight
to make a
right an pull my 600 over
juss as I left I
looked to the corner of my eye
that it's them
same niggaz that bucked at me
but it wasn't my
time to die
ah
pull out my thang
hit 'em
in the back
whatever remained
so the bitch
stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
an
swang
yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age
for the
nigga I said
"I didn't love yo punk ass
an
plus I'm tired of the pain"
like Cameo this
shit is strange
a nigga doin a dude
to get
his whole neck an head rearranged
Mobb
members, make niggaz think about what they
doin
watch what you pursuin
fuck around an
get yo whole career ruined.
*(Chorus)*
x1
Verse 11
*(Yukmouth)*
Listen
uh
little boys an
girls listen to me
it is I that you
see
gettin high niggas be
gettin by on
these streets
do or die on these
streets
hit 'em high meet defeat
wit 'em
tied across the feet
niggaz lie beneath the
creek
many try but don't eat
much
food
unless I run wit a fool that picks me up
in a Lex
FUCK SCHOOL
let's jet
live an
direct
the Yay Area, they carry a
4-5 an a
Tech
when they bury ya they pissin on the side
of you grave
no witnesses but a buckshot from
inside of the gage
an niggas be gettin pepper
sprayed up
handcuffed an made to lay
down
circumstances
to skanless,
manless
to slang a gang
strapped down
my
shit be fully greased up
hits the mutha fuckin
streets up
cuz niggas ain't takin no beat
ups
they re-up wit the heatas
leaders of
the new school
but we don't bust a rhyme
we
bust a nine
mutha fuckas find
nine's under
the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel
Mobb
material
scratch off the serial
number
fuckin balistic so
roll to the
riches
fuck hoes, bitches, an
sluts
bubblicious Yuk
booku bucks
my
niggaz will shoot you up.
*(Chorus)*
x2
Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*
Now what these
niggaz tryin to do?
Get gunned down, stomped
an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest you
get the fuck up out the West
when it come to
gun play
there's no contest
I leave you wit
two holes
one in yo dome
one in yo
chest
an Elliot Ness
he wouldn't have made
it on the West
and yes
I know you mutha
fuckas heard about us
cuz we was all on the
news
fo Mobb-Style murders
I crack a fool
on top of his head
wit a strap
told his
bitch to come over here
she sat on my
lap
man this Mobb shit
ain't never been no
joke
you headed straight for the pen
or you
end up smoked
that's why I keep a heater
on
my passengers seat
an I'm Mobb
Affiliated
uh, uh
I know you hate it
I
rather be caught
with my heater
then wit
out my heater
it's juss a misdemenor.
Verse
13 *(Eclipse)*
I'm crackin backs like a
chiropractor
come see a Cydal factor
get
off yo block when rifles splatter
come across
wit a rival chapter
don't be afraid to be
blastin
an don't know nothin bout lastin
an
if he flashin
we gassin him
an leavin his
ass in a wagon
the last dragon
we
smashin
imagine missin in action
I hit his
ass for his cabbage
an dissapeared like
Aladdin
an trappin his ass inside a mutha
fuckin cave
niggas that came wit the
pistols
I got missles and hand grenades
an
some troopers wit bazookaz
ready to shoot
you
do you in
crushin boulders wit
soldiers
cook it an make it pure again
it's
yo friend the Prince Of Darkness
whenever the
dark hits
I feel my heart get
to beatin an
you bustas be my target
PM it's cold
heart.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 14 *(Dru
Down)*
We use no parinoia
or dedication to
our paper it's so deep
the paraphanalia to the
Mobb
love to creep
our elevations is
racin
up to the top
non-stop
wit a
caulked back glock
then hop
into some
cut
to then nigga skirt-skirt
you notice I
juss do some dirt
I puttin in work
I hit
them were it hurt
crack yo spine
time
instead of hittin 'em wit my
nine
I'm
strictly wit this hit Mobb
shit
Bitch!
Recognize
what a mutha fucka
do is steal
right between your eyes
the
nigga was dead before he died
I slide
to
the next scene
to the next route
I'm
speakin on what I juss did at the head
quarters
an to my Mobb soldiers
no one can
fold us
readin the weakness like some Black
Jack
if niggas can't handle it
they get
stomped from that Mobb attack
an if you come
back from that stompin
lay low
got
'em
hard-headed niggas will get they head put
on fire.
Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*
It's A-G-E
once again
pullin you niggas hoe
cards
strapped for them niggas that frontin
like bitches
tryin to act hard
it ain't
nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me
I went
from sellin coke on the block
to doin
robberies
to 'luffin yo ass
stuffin yo
ass
up in a trunk punk
caught wit a 3 Times
circumstance like T-Funk
too soon for
'em
shoulda had a tomb for 'em
non-ass
solider niggas
there'd be no room for
'em
when Pistols Blazin.