Tyrone/ ThisYaBoyTyrone - True Crime

Still tote them Smith and Wesson's
Ain't no need for guessin'
The method to my madness is to always keep a weapon
Bitch you guessed it
It get hectic when my soldiers get to
Stepping
Play the field we gone teach yo ass a lesson
Cuz it ain't no hesitation when I'm falling through
I'm not dodging you
I'm doggin' you
Bet not walk up on me
This .44 get to barking too
Welcome to the zoo
What you gonna do
When them apes break out they cage
and they come for you
When my shooters get to shooting
What you gone do for that
When my snipers hit yo shooters
Why you ain't go shoot them back
Hit you wit some shit
That leave shit missing
Now you can't bring yo shooter back
Coming through your hood booming
They gone be like
Who is that
Wake you out your sleep where you was snoozing at
Ring the alarm
This nina get to singing
Slinging bullets at you
Ripping through his jacket
Skipping to the action
He ain't bring protection
Shoulda bought a magnum
Now this bitch gone leaving him leaking in his pad
Shit
(Ugh)
That was past tense
That was way back when
Like I remember past shit
Throw some swag in
I roll my joint in the oil
Call it dab-bin
Designer in my blunt
Mix and match spliffs
(I'm high)
Smoke them back to back
Now that's a habit
Imma roll some more
Trying to increase my average
I bet I smoke them both
Imma be high as shit
Fly as a kite- shit
Watch me takeoff like the millennium falcon
I'm way ahead of the game
I'm talking lightyears away
So when it comes to my stage
You better know what part you gone play
In the criminal justice system
Justice isn't
Administered to the public
The judgment is punishment
Unless you got some money to spend
So this money imma get
Can't forget it
This is the mission
The instructions is simple
Gotta keep my head-on a swivel
Be a pimp to all these bitches
Screaming death to all you snitches

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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