N***** Get They Wig Split

<br>B-Legit:<br>Bitch I got beam like Scotty<br>Leave you spotty<br>When I point this aim at your brain<br>And leave them hollow thangs in your body<br>Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi<br>Gets dick hard drunk<br>When I`m off that skunk punk<br>And you don`t wanna dance tingo tango<br>I let my left right mingle mangle<br>To your jaw southpaw<br>It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw<br>About to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo<br>From the Garden Blocc<br>Hillside got they Glock<br>Mack 10`s<br>Mobb shit`ll neva end<br>I`m tryin` to have it all<br>So I ball `till I`m gold<br>Mobbin` through a sixty usin` cruise control<br>C-Bo:<br>I`m fuckin` wit that click nigga<br>That big nigga on the block<br>With Glocks, Rag Tops<br>Cut thangs on them gold knocks<br>Better watch your back `cuz we strapped with teks<br>Push up in a blue Lex`<br>And dump caps to your neck<br>Mobb shit<br>Bustaz all die<br>Leather trench<br>Brim and two nines<br>Costume of a killa<br>At your bed side holdin` on two millas<br>Uggh we bust them teks close range<br>Livin` estranged<br>Called insane<br>`Cuz when it`s on it`s on site no matter night or day<br>And you can`t fuck wit these<br>Get smothered with a half a key<br>Bitch<br><br>Celly Cel:<br>Give me the ball and I`ma fill the lane like `Fenney<br>Hardaway `cuz I`m out to get every penny<br>Any nigga disrespectin` when I`m checkin` for my scrilla<br>I know`m stilla wig splittin` killa ain`t no realla<br>Nigga realla than me<br>Mobbin` through your hood and takin` heads<br>Slumpin` hangin out the windows dumpin`<br>And shakin` `Feds<br>So mind your own<br>Cross the line and see how quick they gone<br>Head blown decapitated caught slippin` in my zone<br><br>Fuckin` with this Mobb shit<br>Niggaz get they wig split<br><br>C-Bo:<br>Uggh it`s the murder man posted at the front door<br>And when they comes I dumps with both four-four`s<br>Letin` `em have it `cuz I`m static<br>Dumpin the grass<br>Killed his ass<br>And then kneel down and get my last laugh<br>Punk bitch shouldn`t have tripped<br>Now he lay dead in the ditch<br>Ass ripped<br>Suckin` on his own dick<br>Money talk<br>Bullshit walk<br>Fool this ain`t no sunshine<br>Three killas<br>One garden blocc, two hillside<br><br>B-Legit:<br>This shit`s fucked and I am tag teamin` with the murder man<br>And that`ll hurt a man<br>Niggaz doin` dirt and<br>All you got to do is hop your ass in my `Cut<br>We`ll be back tomorrow mornin`<br>Cell, you comin` or what?<br>I got this gut feelin`<br>About to make the killin` for a livin`<br>The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap<br>And they want him dead<br>A hundred G`s for his head<br>And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled<br><br>Celly Cel:<br>Red rum is what I`m hummin` as I hit the fence<br>Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence<br>Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up<br>Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut<br>There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno<br>Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes<br>Made the hit<br>Got the scrilla<br>Gone without a trace<br>B behind the wheel<br>And Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase<br>Yo` nigga Cell got the chopper `case they on my trail<br>If it`s a tail then I`ma leave a 50 empty shells<br>Pistol smokin`<br>These niggaz know we ain`t no jokin`<br>Split up the tokens<br>And I`m back in the hood loccin`<br><br>Fuckin` with this Mobb shit<br>Niggaz get they wig split<br><br>B-Legit:<br>Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a buck but if I`m fucked in the gas chamber.<br>The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.<br>And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.<br>Haters hatin but its all game related and that`s what we do bitch