MAKIN’ HEAVY PROFITS

[Verse 1: Mysta Kang]
A nigga keepin' cheese, 'cause I'm quick to dope game
Boomin' yayo on the track, is to rock a cocaine
Let this junkies be bangin' and keep my pockets thick
Can't forget about that pimpin', mane, I gotta pimp a bitch
Gotta keep them fuckin' hoes on a corner so rough
And the Glock is on my [?hip?], so if they slip, then they fucked
And these bitches better be knowin' that the cash keeps on flowin'
Straight into the hands of the man, that's where it's goin'
And now I check my track to see how this shit is sellin'
I go to the bank and billin' give my cheese, and then I bailin'
And then I let my little dealers boom all the rest
'Cause I can't have no fuckin' cops on my chest
And to all you bitches make my cheese everyday
'Cause a trill nigga gotta earn his fuckin' pay
And when I'm runnin', know, yo, I could commit some more shit
'Cause a trill nigga gotta make some heavy profits

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track

[Verse 2: Boogie Mane]
Boogie Mane is on a track, 'finna make a fuckin' [?shave?]
Boomin' 20 in the [?], now my pockets stayin' paid
If a nigga doubt play, I beat his ass real good
Slap him with my big fat Glock, like a trill nigga should
So, the family just chillin', while we standin' on a track
Chiefin' blunts and sippin' Cogniac, while we boom crack
Then I cheat a dummy junkie out of motherfuckin' rocks
Choppin' up this shit, he thinks he got a lot
Servin' trick on the track, chunk her ass on the floor
Have that bitch suckin' your dick up in ninety-ninety-four
Pimpin' is the fuckin' game, have that bitch on a corner
Slap her ass a couple of time, show her show her dick, just to own her
If she talk nonsense, then you smack a punk-ass
Toss that bitch in a ski's, then you put her in a body bag
I gettin' rid of the body, now I clean and straight legit
Now the niggas know I'm the pimp, and she's motherfuckin' bitch
So, you just better recognize, 'cause the fuckin' man will stang your bitch
I split your wig, so you better not take a risk
I'm not in a movie or in a magazine
I'll slip up on your ass, then arrive in your dream
When I'm still on the track, still hoin' me some hoes
That could [?] shit, makin' heavy profits, ho

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track

[Verse 3: Reddog]
A laid back type of guy, with the Glock, that meets the eye
Try make, if you wanna, and I bet your ass will touch the sky
With the Glock, I snap the pop, and when it hits, you know it drops
Niggas to the dirty gram test my pimpin', I hate to clown
Gettin' to the breakin' building with my nigga named the Mysta K
Waitin' for this cheese to come in, so we can get away
Vamp the scene with no trace, police out, and so my dick
Gotta think of somethin' quick, shoot the bitch and fuck that trick
Headed to the track to boom the rest with my fuckin' shit
Gotta keep my pockets thick, 'cause I'm known for peel a bitch
Damn, these junkies flamin', mane, damn, these ho's are goin' insane
And their motherfuckin' brain makin' heavy profits, mane
Yeah, I slang a quarter ki', twenty dollars, no fuckin' plea
Junkies comin' up to me, and: "Yo, dog, hit me with it, nig"
But you gotta come up twenty [?] with the fuckin' shit
Better get to steppin' for them hollow tips, commence, you bitch
And you know this shit is true, when I pull my Glock at you
Tell me you [?], buckshots on my fuckin' [?]
Servin' that dope, ruthless thang, gotta make a fuckin' bank
Yes, I chill quick, real, headin' to the [?] of the deal
Mane, this shit is gettin' thick in the motherfuckin' game
If you ain't servin' no dope, you ain't makin' no money, mane
First, you get your product, put your shit up on the table
Chop that shit real nice, and 'finna sell it if you able
Like capper takin' from a nigga, that be knowin' how
Goin' to my crib, better [?] showin' as it keeps on flowin'
Hoin', got my ho's on a quarter makin' my money
Please, better fill up my pockets, 'cause I makin' heavy profits, bitch

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track
Hoes hoin', goin', blowin', mornin', night, and noon I stack
Hittin' the dirt with ounces bouncin' fat, my niggas sweatin' the track