The Plug Lyrics
...load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me
I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me
Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly
Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down
I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' lay it down
He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound
We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down
"Papi where you at?"
...he said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set
He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC
I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back
I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking
Young niggas barely legal but they murking
I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains
I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga workin'
[Verse 2: Omelly]
Riding four deep, on my way to Meek
Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet
Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?
So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat
Let him off the leash now it's time to fetch
Got me... money but I'm tryna eat...
Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me
If this thing go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be
I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving it
I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me
Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me
Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me
Now we slidin' down the North...
Cause Papi he got that work
Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk
I just tell them "chill we gon' take him for what he worth"
[Verse 3: Young Breed]
Load up the AK and the mothafucka MAC-11
Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing
Hit up Boobie told him "meet me on 183rd"
Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst
Bang, dead, County niggas ain't a game
We call 'em...
To be continued...
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