Comin For The 94

[Verse 1: Princess Loko]
Here I go, '94 comin hard, better known as 9-quad
Strictly pimpin' never caught slippin', Loko's pullin' hoe cards
Violate split yo' wig, kick it with my fuckin' nig'
Talkin' all that bullshit, sissy bitch can't you dig
Keep the chrome in my coat, bullets in my clip hoe
Slap yo' ass with that Glock, bitch because you too slow
'93 long gone, '94 you know it's on
That trappin' shit done played out, now it's time to tote the tone
Makin' ends, keepin' cheese, smokin' blunts, pushin' keys
For real-a my nigga pull the trigger, Princess ass makin' these
Bumpin' junts on yo' ass, treat these bitches just like trash
Real niggas stay around, trayin' babies never last
Pimp and a playa all in one, mind games never fail
Never underestimate this pimpin' 'cause I'm raisin' hell
Been a [?] holla G, a real playa gotta go
But I'm just lettin' ya know Loko ain't goin' for the '94

[Verse 2: Mac T-Dog]
Click like a lunatic, Mac T-Dog on a pimpin' stroll
I got it sewed up for the '94, call yo' motherfuckin' dirty hoe
The '93 done played up, my little Mac T-Dog gone come in hard
You talkin' 'bout shootin' pistols my nigga, I'm throwin' a fuck and rob
I'm sneak when I'm on the move, the hooptie is what I ride
I parked it just outside the street then I do a damn homicide
I vamp from the murder scene but a 5-0 can't get me hoe
They knock on my fuckin' door, watch they be at they funeral
A stone cold killer, mane never barrin' that bullshit
Capital M in the Mac trick, the T is for tickle bitch
But '93 I played around but '94 I'm back again
These niggas who failin' Mac T, I'm takin' they fuckin' wig
These bustas and traitors mane, they crossed me in '93
See yo' black ass in '94 hoe watch yo' punk ass be six feet deep
These niggas they talkin' bad, I hear 'round they pistol though
[?] comin' out for the '94

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
Damn that was quick, it's the '94, time to reload
One man gang Tommy Wright, fuck daytime I creep at night
Runnin' from the folks, jumpin' fences all that shit is long gone
Pistol playin', Police got on my nerve so now I pack a tone
Never changed, still insane
Dreamin' of runnin' the M-Town
Four Corner bound where I'm found, Underground '94 sound
Really though, check it out hoe, tell these bitches Princess Loko

[Verse 4: Princess Loko]
Mothafuckin' '94, hoes get they skull popped
Motto for the 9-quad: Get this fuckin' knowledge dropped
To you bitches flankin' perpetratin' of a playa style
Real shit too slick Loko has no alibi
Homicide, do a crime, hoe don't waste my fuckin' time
Blow away yo' brain with this .45 in my panty line
Niggas on my fuckin' jock and hoes is envy of this pimp
I'm hittin' so fuckin' hard you hoes [?] cannot fuck with this
Lady Mack in the black, hit the track and sell my crack
Keep a low profile because these bitches be behind yo' back
Talk that shit but weak ass hell and smile up in yo' fuckin' face
Plottin' to the next nigga how they can get my fame erased
Just can't stand to see a nigga be on top and make some ends
I don't have associates and sure don't have no fuckin' friends
Ridin' with my partners Paranoid and TW
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time to fuck with you
Got some static, ain't no anna, they don't wanna do shit, playa
Shank a bitch and take her shit, a motherfuckin' hoe slayer
Caught one time to lock me up, I'm chillin' in a jail cell
Used the phone and got much [?], my niggas made my fuckin' bail
Back to my everyday routine, keepin' dough, yeah hoe
You ain't know I got you sewed up but you don't hear me though
T.C.B. Animosity, bitches you can't fuck with me
Kickin' it with TW and M-A-C-T-D-O-G
Four Courners and Pimpin V, creepin' 'cause this how we be
Real ass niggas pimpin' hoes in the '94
Another year for the pimps and the playas to start another level mane
Higher than the last, I thought you knew 'cause this shit finna change
Takin' over Memphis, Tennessee with stronger pimpin' G
Put them hoes in place 'cause they were [?] for the '93
You better beware these pimps in the air don't barr none of you bitches [?]
On a stroll just took control you niggas 'cause I got my tone

[Verse 5: Mac T-Dog]
Poppin' slugs to yo' head comin' hard like a real mac
Pistol play Mac T trick drop blow a hole straight in yo' back
'93 gone G, '94 in hoe
M-A-C-T-D-O-G creepin' with that steel pole
Ridin' in the Chevy, me and my nigga Tommy Wright cheefin' out
Make that turn on murderer street, yo pop up at my nigga house
Pick 'im up, we cheefin' mane, headed to the liquor store
Seen this nigga tryna flodge his teeth, let's take that young rookie dough
Stick 'im up, he runnin' home tryna get his tone G
Caught that fool slippin' at the front do', shot 'im with my .380
Boom-boom-boom to the dome then he lay dead
Get in the car and ball a [?]
Fuck this shit [?]
[?] some shit I wouldn't've done in '93
'94s the year for pimpin', killin', stealin', robbin' a trick
See you my nig' out of the dough, comin' out for the '94

[Verse 6: Tommy Wright III]
I'm treal, I kill, I'm still slangin' and makin' deals
The thrill is what I feel when I peel ya cap off with the snap
You're trapped once I got this Glock cocked ready to pop
Drop goes the narc perpetratin', I send yo' ass to Satan
Dead homies, dead roadies, that's what I always see
Mommas cryin', partners dyin' is what I saw up in '93
Tommy Wright is ready to swarm just like a thunderstorm
Project born keep my horn from beepin' when a nigga creepin'
Dead or alive, 9 to 5 ain't what I strive for
I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so what you fuck with mine for?
Got my strap ready to jack, stack my shells real well
Ain't no joke, can't go broke, gotta let the pistol smoke
Go for broke, killin' folks, will I make it? I don't know
'93 I played around but not anymore in '94

[Outro]
I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94
I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94
I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94
I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94

I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94