Blac youngsta - Where they do that

(Tahj Money)
I'ma zip one of you pussy-ass niggas up, nigga
Pussy-ass nigga
I'm on that murder shit, pussy
Fuck up, nigga
Bitch, I'm still thuggin'
(I got hitman on the beat)

Uh, uh
What they shoot at? Who they shoot at? Where they do that? (Uh, uh)
Where my toot at? Fuck with me, get shot like, "Who that?" (Uh, uh)
Body for a body, where I'm from, young niggas, they do that (uh, uh)
They didn't shoot at me, so who the fuck they shoot at? (Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give no fucks, he shoot you in yo' head
My lil' bitch so tough, she hold her tears in, but for me she shed
Fuck twelve, I ain't been the same since the crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith, Free Blood Gang, free my cousin, he still in the feds
Pussy shot me in my leg, shoulda shot me in my head
He ain't gon' make it on Rush Hour 3, I ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga dead

Yeah
I know where my opps stay
I'm gon' pull down, shoot them niggas broad day on parkway
S-O-U-T-H, yeah, parkway
Don't play, nab down day, get your shit straight (grr, gang-gang)
When I catch my opposition lackin', you know he gon' die
I can't let no drugs, take me out, I can't go out like fly
Multi-million dollar nigga, aim my pistol to the sky
I put a hunnid g's on yo' head, young nigga, he gon' fire
Fire, fire, fire, headshot
When that money on yo' head, young nigga hit you with that red dot (bitch)
When you runnin' from the feds, they gon' look for you on every block (gang-gang)
Million dollars on yo' top, that's a dead block


Uh, uh
What they shoot at? Who they shoot at? Where they do that? (Ooh, uh, uh)
Where my toot at? Fuck with me, get shot like, "Who that?" (Uh, uh)
Body for a body, where I'm from, young niggas, they do that (uh, uh)
They didn't shoot at me, so who the fuck they shoot at? (Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give no fucks, he shoot you in yo' head
My lil' bitch so tough, she hold her tears in, but for me she shed
Fuck twelve, I ain't been the same since the crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith, Free Blood Gang, free my cousin, he still in the feds
Pussy shot me in my leg, shoulda shot me in my head
He ain't gon' make it on Rush Hour 3, I ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga dead

I'm on that devil shit, yeah
I'm on that steppa shit, yeah
Big steppa, I'll pull down, shoot you and yo' shit while you tryna pledge
Code red, code red, so bloody my pole red
Code red, code red, and my glock stay loaded (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm not from yo' city, but I pulled up like I run yo' land
Memphis, we shoot shit up, we don't give up 'til we gun that man (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I don't think they understand
I can't do the show if I can't bring my Draco in that bitch
I don't do security, take them shooters every show I hit (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck with me, I get you hit (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Put money in yo' shit (uh)

What they shoot at? Who they shoot at? Where they do that? (Ooh, uh, uh)
Where my toot at? Fuck with me, get shot like, "Who that?" (Uh, uh)
Body for a body, where I'm from, young niggas, they do that (uh, uh)
They didn't shoot at me, so who the fuck they shoot at? (Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give no fucks, he shoot you in yo' head
My lil' bitch so tough, she hold her tears in, but for me she shed
Fuck twelve, I ain't been the same since the crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith, Free Blood Gang, free my cousin, he still in the feds
Pussy shot me in my leg, shoulda shot me in my head
He ain't gon' make it on Rush Hour 3, I ain't stoppin' 'til that nigga dead

Uh, uh
Uh, uh
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Writers: Sammie Benson

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