DJ Zirk & Mr. Kilo G
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Buckshot (Memphis)
DJ Zirk & Tony Down (Memphis) & Mr. Kilo G
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DJ Zirk & Lil Kane & Tini Maine & Primo (Artist)
DJ Zirk & Tha 2 Thick Family & Don Trigga & Gangsta D & Gotti & Lil Kane & Lil Real & Mr. Tinimaine & Primo (Memphis)
DJ Zirk & Don Trigga & Lil’ Stick Up & Tini Maine & Primo (Artist) & RedBoss (Rapper)
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DJ Zirk & Tony Down (Memphis)
Buckshot (Memphis) & Primo (Artist) & Criminal Manne
DJ Zirk & Tini Maine
DJ Zirk & & Mr.Tazz & Chilly D
[Verse 1: DJ Zirk]
Somethin' like stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off, fear in your fuckin' face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta get some fuckin' ends
Get the dope, rock it up, shake it up, mix it up
Drop it on the plate, got some fat-ass monkey nuts
Clientele, you can tell, I gotta get bailed well
Pocket full of rocks, now my niggas gotta make 'em sell
Break 'em down, break 'em down, I gotta make money
Get a spot that ain't hot, yo, it's gotta get goin'
Bring 'em in, bring 'em in, got a bowl of light chunks
I got to live large, lift my ass like Donald Trump
Yo, I gotta get my dick sucked, gotta get my dick sucked
Get a bitch the rock, use her mouth like a suction cup
Movin' up, movin' up, I can't get fucked up, yo
Me and Kilo-G droppin' the shit off through the cut
Clientele, makin' me bail got some bricks for your fuckin' ass
Stash my dope, .38, slit you motherfuckin' throat
Gotta come up, gotta come up, that's all I know
Cheese, dope and a motherfuckin' ho, so
Make a move, make a move, jump like you want some, anna' for you sissy hoes
Drop it off, give me some, on your ass gotta blast, now it's time to vamp out
Nigga, the name's Zirk and you know that I'm assed out
[Verse 2: Tony Down]
A damn fool was born in the heart of the South, yup
The mane was buck, but his ass was out
Seein' niggas on the tracks flat bailin' out
Got him a pump, sawed it off, and started stickin' 'em up
Makin' stangs with a gauge, leavin' bodies laid, poppin' them bitches in the head, leave 'em for dead
I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' paid
He hit a nigga for a stack, thirty thousand, you see
Took his jewelry, six juices, and a key
And then the fool was ass in, TEC-9 to his side, tellin' he wanted revenge
Hoin', goin' out, sellin' nothin' but weight on his back, on the hill, he had a young nigga sellin' keys
Flat boomin' the shit, the cane-mane showed up with the yam and put a TEC in his hand
Creep in the streets, he's a killer, lookin' for the nigga with the stack and the jet black Beamer
Nothin' to lose, bitches abused, do as I please, non-civilized, fuck the rules
But yet the fact still stands that a nigga's gonna take what he want
Habitual criminal lurkin' with a mask and a pump
Ass out, damn, I gotta get it in, takin' on these niggas and these bitches in my fuckin' field
Fools don't know me, but I'll rob 'em all, see
What's up, ho? Drop me the fuckin' cheese
[Chorus: DJ Zirk & Tony Down]
Ass out, ass out, I gotta get my ass in
Ass out, ass out, I gotta make some fuckin' ends
Ass out, ass out, I gotta get my ass in
Ass out, ass out, I gotta make some fuckin' ends
(Fuckin' ends, fuckin' ends, fuckin' ends)
[Verse 3: Mr. Kilo G]
You gotta be fucked up in town, to let your guard down on a nigga 'bout to clown
Puttin' you six feet in the ground, another dead in Orange Mound
Stick 'em up, knuckle up, buckle up, these niggas got me fucked up
I gotta get buck and make a come up, Zirk, hand me the pump
Hittin' you for your cash and laugh
You weren't my first, ain't gon' be my last but that Henn' got a blast, hey
Make you drop it off your ass, plus leave you dead on the scene, I'm a fiend, when it come to cheese
You was slippin' on the strip and got caught with no vaseline
I got that ass in and hit the block, now I can't stop
Fuck a job, bitch, it's me, I'd rather steal and rob
Go to hell, I'd be dead before I rot up in a jail cell
I gotta make sales 'cause I'm determined to be bailed
Havin' things in '93, in '92 I lost G's
Put that chrome to the dome, now I'm hittin' you for your cheese
Mr. Kilo-G, be takin' from his country when I'm in a box
Time to do a crime, hand me the nine, I gotta get mine for my clout
Loced up, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Bitch, if your ass in, then Kilo see that you ass out
[Chorus: Tony Down]
Ass out, ass out, I gotta get my ass in
Ass out, ass out, I gotta make some fuckin' ends
Ass out, ass out, I gotta get my ass in
Ass out, ass out, I gotta make some fuckin' ends
Ass out, ass out, I gotta get my ass in
Ass out, ass out, I gotta make some fuckin' ends
Azz Out was written by Tony Down (Memphis) & DJ Zirk & Mr. Kilo G.
Azz Out was produced by DJ Zirk.