(feat. Princess Loko)



[Princess Loko]

These bitches be killin' me,

They constantly talkin' bout what they gon' do to me

But I'm takin' no chance of gettin' caught slippin'

I'm clickin' on hoes that hate me

The Devil's inside ah me, controllin' my thoughts

He's tellin' me what to do, He's tellin' me make a move

He tell me to test some hoes to see what they gon' do

I be packin' that pistol grip, I be packin' that full clip

And I'm full ah that weed, I'm ready to go to war

Retaliation on you haters you niggas gon' bleed

On that strength I'm makin' me a stang

Pumpin' a hole to a motherfucka brain

Showin' no love to you niggas you bitches

Be killers, for realer ain't nothin' gon' change

So fuck what you haters be sayin'

I'm packin' artillery that I be ready to blast

Niggas be runnin' and duckin' and  dodgin'

I'm blastin' these bullets all up in they ass

What the fuck, are you talkin' bout slugs pumpin' get in ya shit

I'm tellin' you nigga I'm pullin the trigger and forever on up out it bitch

P. Loko bout my fire, we ready to take a ride, and do a hoe in

We jackin' these bitches we takin' they riches

We layin' em down for they dividends

I grip on the glock and I aim at ya dome

Ya better be prayin' that you not gon' die

Then shift out this motherfuckin' hoe, die motherfucka die



[Ms. Vicious]

Approachin' a fake, standin' alone,

Look like he's known, for packin' a tone

Artillery loaded for bitches who clickin'

I'm sendin' em straight to the funeral home

Niggas and haters thought I wouldn't make it

Don't fake it I'm keepin' it real in yo face

Eliminate bitches who turn into snitches

And keepin' these figures forever in place

It's such a disgrace, how we can be turned into enemies

due to these rumours and lies

When I was your age, you chiefin' and smilin'

But jealousy's lookin' me straight in the eyes

Four type niggas do the same thang too

Lovin' hoes when ya check they ain't gettin' no better

Waitin' til the first born tell a few kids

Nigga P's wearin' hoes like a brand new sweater



[Hook: repeat 4X]

Dedicated to all ah you hoes I know this bitch you better not test

Bring yo pistol to the floor and get that anna off your chest



[Ms. Vicious]

Mask on and buck them bitches down,

Fuck 'em up, stuck 'em up when we shootin' rounds

Let it rip when you slip, don't you try to run

Remember this, I'm the bitch with the fuckin' gun

Cause I'ma set it off, nigga are you ready for this?

Who runnin' this shit?, the motherfuckin' top notch bitch

You niggas wanna play wid me I'ma play wit you too

The infra-red at ya head, now, what you gon' do

Who told you, you could run up on a bitch that's real?

Who told you, you could get away wid out gettin' killed?

Who told you, I ain't quick enough to get in ya shit?

Who told you, I ain't quick enough to split yo wig?

Murder murder, murder, what, bitch get 'em

What ya say, what ya say huh?, run go get 'em

Are you ready to go to war wid my niggas?

Bitch we killers wid triggers and we don't bar niggas, whoa



[Hook]



[Princess Loko]

Now I'm back on another mission, fill a few killings and rotate

Smith N Wesson strap you niggas be makin' my tension more valuableless

Got you hot to the point where ya wanna do dirt

Automatic when the cannon unload

How you gon' title and poet ya shit?

How you gon' fuck wid a devious bitch?

Kill or be killed, makin' a deal

And I know you bitches wanna see me bleed

Bringin' some stress wid my style and so now I want you

to just stay on a sack ah this weed

B-H-Z, Black Haven Zone is where I roam as you can see

Ain't no Kool-Aid in my blood, cause I'm a motherfuckin' M-A-C

I'ma leave you a knot and come let's get it started

I hope you want none ah this shit

And bitch my nigga got somethin' to say to you hoes,

For those that don't know, can eat on his dick

Niggas don't know how to be trusted and niggas

And niggas and haters be trustin' my fame

But it's so easy when dealin' wid fame

You really don't have to be trustin' my name

Wicked spirits, demons I find'll be havin' a way of controllin' my thoughts

Hoe it's said the shit you do, but it's yo life the shit gon' cost

Out at six, fancy clothes, desperation '99

Princess Loko never had love for you bitches and haters so stay outta mine



[Hook]

[repeat til fade]