(feat. Project Pimp)



[Chorus]

I had a anna wid murder weapons I'm sweepin' the city

Hate the rizole they practicin' hoe I buried them bitches

It ain't no love for you dirty dirties I'm packin' that thirty

Under the porch wid the camouflage

nigga that laughin' I'm scopin'



[Verse 1]

Nigga bring it on

Peep the plan and all them fake ass friends

Bitch I'm by my lonesome but that thirty by me drinkin' gin

Saggin' my pants and muggin' lookin' undereyed wid thirty slugs

Bustin' wid no mercy hangin' out the hooptie rippin' me and cuz

Hoe this shit for real,

this is the heat that let you know the deal

Bitch them games you play is make me determine

whether should you live,

Shit on bitches fuck 'em

Fuck the past and present time will hold

Out for just the money cappin' pussy

that shit cause the dough,

Lit the strip wid diamonds big buck grill

but you hate my kind

Understand this shit can happen

any kinda day I'm packin' mine

What you wanna do,

fuck that shit you call your crew,

And your kinfolk too

Bustin' thrities wid no mercy

under the piece we drinkin' brew

I stand on the man, ain't no love

Why is the fuck we playin'?

Is it just me or is it the way I walk and how I serve yo man

Fuck yo weak ass clan,

bitch it's the Hill a hoe has nothin' else

Thirty cannon bullets rippin' yo vest

and can you catch your breath



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2]

I'm deep in the cut not givin' a fuck

I'm peepin' and creepin' and Project Pimp bustin' on lame

Penetrate demonstrate murder rate heavyweight

here comes the thirty can' hollow point swang

The shit ain't the same I'm bringin' the pain

I'm climbin' and hangin' and jumpin' out trees

Time for the young ones that thuggin' and rushin'

you bitches and snitches that's itchin' for kis

Hater done tell me it's greed, but hoe I just need

The scents and the smell ah that cheese

Drop it off gimme some but I'm not robbin' you

Hoe I'm just out for the shit that I believe

Cause some ah these niggas are pickin' out

Project thug Project mug in a hoe prison for real

Nina and a switchblade 'member I'm sick

and that forty glock thirty can bust a hoe grill

Hit the block never stop rollin' wid thirty friend

Beat up the neighbourhood drinkin' on Seagrams Gin

How do you figure I'm flodgin' I'm mobbin'

wid infinite niggas that's all about dividends

Project Pimp Project thug Project will fuck up

niggas and leavin' you niggas in ditches

Alleyway rippin' and runnin' and gunnin'

convictable leave the body bloody wid stitches

Thirty done rippin' and creepin' a nigga was

slippin' and stiffin' and flodgin' that pimpin'

Tellin' me how I'ma wear my hat on your street

and a banana clip under that shit

Anyway fuck around kick around wid gin and Hen

Smilin' wid super thought look at my body

Bitches they hit me up on the horn

Fuck what you wanna do Project Pimp man ah the party bitch



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

Civilized and buck and wild and niggas so called actin' bad

Really don't wanna kill him but he pushin'

Don't frown peep and laugh

With them niggas that'll pull them triggers

Double O be for real,

After we take care ah that lil bidness bitch

we sit back drink and chill

Ain't no love for niggas bitches faggots

wid them barricade,

Tryna stop my come up bitch

I post up wid them hand grenade

Death is my intention,

fuckin' wid a nigga like the Project thug

On the blay wid a pistol one in the chamber

with the Project mug,

Hollow P-O-I-N-T plus T.I. A-K got the plan

Project P-I-M-P peep double O eight broke the law and ran

Cross off friends they stupid,

Fuck theyself off when they cross they boss

Niggas talk that shit around they posses

but can't walk the walk

Upside down wid liquor that's the bidness

cause Project the meanest,

All about that creepin' late night callin'

Watch thug niggas finish

Haters you could stop at playin' them games

and keep your mind off mine,

Fuck you talkin' bout squashin' Project Pimp bustin'

Nigga I'm on the grind, on the grind



[Chorus x2



[Lots of shout outs til fade]