[Verse 1: Pimpstress]
My click picks your pockets, splits tha profits, choose the targets & take out the garbage
Fill tha cartridge, more led than Zepplin, tryin' not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin' with withdrawls got me sippin' purple medicine
Dead presidents movin up like Jeffersons.
Let's begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like drums.
It's no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I opened up my sliss more.
But instead he chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head & his brain looked like gelatin.
A definition of a cursed individual, original, you can't see the invisible.
[Hook:]
1 2 Better call your crews
3 4 Need to lock your doors
5 6 Better load your clips
7 8 Time to Meet Your Fate.
[Verse 2: Pimpstress]
Some of y'all niggas ain't wit this
Well then get tha fuck on about yo' business.
'Cause my kind don't take kinds who doze
Who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose
& smoke some of the worst weed you'd ever tasted
Fuck it blaze it let's all get wasted.
Still a Jason, you need to face it
Mad 'cause your house costs as much as my bracelet
Never patient, competition, sound ancient
I'm gettin' followed by a Federal Agent
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless
Leave you brainless make it painless.
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
Make 'em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
Can't blame es, young, dumb & famous
Mary Jane is what her name is, I keep her where my cane is.
[Hook:]
1 2 Better call your crews
3 4 Need to lock your doors
5 6 Better load your clips
7 8 Time to Meet Your Fate.
[SPM:]
No more chances.
[Verse 3: Pimpstress]
My money flows like a runny nose
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria
Stay on my toes like a muthafuckin' ballerina.
From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brother of a Gras Groa.
Rasheed he was raised on the wrong street
SPM had a father made of concrete
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops
& Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin' holes in they body
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin' on the potty
Hillwood Hustlaz & 24/7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
The young & the senseless, a message from Texas
Dope House Records eats you hoes up for breakfast.
[SPM over hook:]
1 time.
2 times.
3 times.
[Hook:]
1 2 Better call your crews
3 4 Need to lock your doors
5 6 Better load your clips
7 8 Time to Meet Your Fate.
[SPM:]
No more chances.
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