Get Yo Wig Split

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Now we finna really have it on
Yeah, it's on, bitch
Gimisum up in this motherfucker
North Memphis must stick up in this bitch for one of you player hatin'-ass hoes
Dig that

[Verse 1: Playa Dre, So Serious, Playa Dre & So Serious]
Jumped into my Kaki's, hit the skimask on, my pistol cocked
Seventeen rounds in the motherfuckin' chamber, keep the dope to the flow, then I unload the Glock
Dead in a ho face, cheese in a briefcase, lay it on the ground, ho
Pistol grip, .38 Snubnose, six shot, fifty round, buckshot
Dash to the floor, hoes droppin' like a [?]
Poppin' light shit, wanna hit it, better yet, life stang on a trick with the pump to his back
Shells on the ground and the dirt full of blood
Put a slug in his throat when I slap you with the gat
Bitch, you better wise up dope when I'm on a loot with the Mossberg Pump, Playa Dre love to shoot
(Blow them bitches up, once they reach the warzone)
In my hood with the TEC, on my toe with the Troopaz
Runnin' in your shit like a truck when I'm full of funk
Crunk by the man from the skunk when I cut a blunt
Dazed by the hay, with the A, to the K
I'ma wait, just in case niggas steppin' up with Playa Dre
Wreckin' your clique with the killers on red and weed
Bustin' the door while we screamin' out "Narcs"
Shootin' the revolvers, the crew problem solvin', no duckin' from bullets, the pistol be cocked
The crooked-type nigga who runnin' with killers, disguised with the mask on his face to do crime
Hit it for now while we chiefin' the fire, with the hollow point, sweep in the streets and rewind
Poppin' my trench on a hump for a bitch as I creep with my niggas around on the hill
In front of my house, as we chief the weed out and I stepped outta town, that's the way I like live

[Verse 2: So Serious]
Grippin' my Glock off the dresser, just like I confess to when I be light-speed through the night
Jumped in my costume, my skimask, my identity is unknown so that no one resight
Your eyes stay open real wide when you see the ho that see some [?]
I'm takin' my time and I'm doin' it right
And the devil bet' not be like wastin' my time
Throwin' on my Loc', eyes red, can't cope, fulla dope when I put you in the fuckin' bodybag
Trace to the river
[?from a mud far right poppin' in my arm 'cause the whole body did a drag?]
Constantly thinkin', what happened at night
Redrum and Lil' Killa they whooped on the trick
He took off so fast, he stopped at the light, the 5.0 done took off, he blew that bitch
When the shit cooled down, vamped on the Peer Street
Saw my nigga pause on the porch, "What's up, baby?"
Chillin' in the house, drinkin booze, pure blunts, I fuckin' coughed
Thinkin' about the shit they did, then stick 'em in his fuckin' heart

[Chrous: Gimisum Family & Lord Infamous]
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Fresh out the crazy house, fresh out the crazy house

[Verse 3: Redrum & Killamac]
Bulletproof vest on my chest, and I'm takin' you to places before I take out your life
Gimisum Redrum, strapped with the Tommy Gun, [?]
Clear out the bitch and if you snitch, I'ma pop the clip and let hollow tips locked up your brain
Robbin' and mobbin', and duckin' and dodgin', but still they get caught up in my pistol range
Creepin' the scene, so dangerously, poppin' on tricks
Grippin' my Glock when I tossin' up rocks, so player hatin' niggas must try to snitch
Load up my chamber, your life is in danger, the hammer go back to erase up a trick
The Glock in my draws, I'll put them in use, I'll tell you again "Don't fuck with this Clique"

[Verse 4: Killamac]
AK shells on the ground, with the mask on my face and I'll start poppin' the TEC
Poppin' out shots from the Glock on the block, Lil' Killa with the weapon and the Killa Crime Clique
Cut off your head, hit the crib, [?] strike
With my nigga Dre [?] finna clown, hangin' out with the niggas off of light
Pimp trick, [?] press you to the curb, get served by the killer, nigga, yeah, thats me
Stand on the block with the pockets full of rocks
Real trill nigga, strapped with the Glock up on Light Street
[?] tiptoe, kill a ho, chrome plated .44
Test Eastwood and you down to hit the fuckin' floor
[?] I gotta maintain me a low-pro when I'm pimpin' on a dirty ho

[Chrous: Gimisum Family]
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch, you gon' get your wig split

[Verse 5: Mr. Slicc]
Creep from the twenty
[?]
Pass the weed and bring it on, fingerlickin', my brain on dope
Flow like a bird, when I'm in that zone, snoke more weed then Cheech and Chong
No ho-niggas ride, 'cause you never know when the motherfucker peepin' up point-blank
Nigga, dropt it off
Shit, gotta stay strapped, with the .4-5, thirty clip, no Gat

[Verse 6: Lil Gin]
Lil Gin or Gizzin, this is the plizzan, Troopaz, the clizzan, Glizzock in my right hand
Fuckin' you up, where you can't duck, nigga, your bitch-ass finna get bucked
DJ Paul with the hundred shots
Prophet Ent., Gimisum, turn shit up