Threat (Deadly Threat)

Threat (Deadly Threat) - So Now You Know lyrics

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[Threat]

Hit him with the "Bop Gun" one mo' time

Gotta get another nine, even though I'm "Color Blind"

Originator from the one-two created

in the sixty-nine, so break off mine

I don't believe in Santa, got a clip like a banana

And a deep-ass crew, so wave your white bandana

I went from 8 to Hennessy straight

on the rocks with the cherry floatin at the top

So tell your friends and your neighbors I kick the fla-zavor

The kind they don't sell at Alpha Beta

Yup that, underground gangsta boogie wicked ass lyrics

Creepin through the wall like an evil bad spirit

They hunt a nigga down like a hound for the crack

But watch your mouth and what you say cause something's wrong with this stezo

(Riiight) Girls shake like jelly when I jam

Kissin cluckers is for suckers and my name ain't Willy Spam

So get the shit straight, you got the peoples mixed up I see

Tryin to be a O.G. like me

I never fell for the okie-doke

He gotta get broke off for the dope he smoke

Use a gun and go to jail, oh what the hell

Don't ask who did the pig cause I ain't gon' tell

One-time think they slick, that's what they punk-ass get

for tryin to put me in a bag of Trix

Keep my eyes wide open, cause niggaz be smokin

ice, comin with them trick-ass dice

Don't go to the sto', without my fo'-fo'

Stop and give a dime to the wino

I knew I shouldn'ta done it but too late cause I was blunted

Feelin fine off the cheap-ass wine

Look way up the street, there he go

Black Superhero, rollin in his five-double-zero

Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

without one dime, just a nickel-plated pistol for the crime

Talkin about "I'll be back," don't get cracked

Cause they gon' stretch yo' ass so far you gon' see stars

Don't say I didn't tell you so, don't say I didn't tell you so

So now you know



[Threat]

Stop doin low for these project hoes

Bitch leave me the hell alone, you're burnin out my telephone chip

Stripped butt-naked from your hips

Never mind your blouse cause I'ma rock the house

On the edge of the bed, like I said

Put the head in your mouth until your ears turn red

That's how it go twenty-fo' it's a mo'

You already know
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