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tommy wright iii - ten wanted men كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: lil ramsey]
ten wanted men, a clan of k!llers and pimp n_ggas
them players they sweating, try a clique of straight serial k!llers
the feds and the dea got our names at the top of the list
them player hatin’ b_tches wanna step, but our sh_t legit
all my n_ggas be staying strapped at your clique with the ak c_cked
i’m high as a motherf_cker, make a move and you’ll hear it pop
most n_ggas that disrespect get caught up in [?]
i’m thinking and drinking, full of gin but i’m still banking
no player gotta get it g, so i stay about my daily hustle
ain’t f_cked about laymans who dropped this off, that’s them buffalo busters
i’m reeling thеm down but i don’t f_ck with you giggling hoes
you talking about playing cards, i’m talking about kicking in doors
so ten wanted mеn, we gathered together so b_tches bar
you’re mad, just jealous, it ain’t no love, yeah we sn_tching cars
forever i swear, try to stack a bank and that sh_t too thick
lil ramsey ain’t f_cked up, so you hoes get off my d_ck

[verse 2: princess loko]
nine wanted men and a lady in this f_cking b_tch
come up in four corners, won’t loko gonna have to shank a trick
player type n_ggas chiefing weed and keeping me so high
bow down to this clique you hoe, i k!ll you then i watch you die
everlasting pimping game, my n_gga speed up on you hoes
tommy wright, t dog, my n_gga al with the [?]
mac ain’t never lacking a slack and back ’cause we too deep to go
make a stang or two then get the chewing from a dirty hoe
[?] because these n_ggas like to catch you slipping g
make a skip straight to your grave, have no [?] ’cause that’s just me
bound to send you to the morgue, that’s how you go down if you see
every time you see a n_gga, players always coming deep
tom be in my drawers, that’s everyday, loko don’t trust these folks
none of you clever ass b_tches, all you wannabe jealous hoes
i’m just letting you know about a group of n_ggas about they hustle
ain’t tryna think two times for breaking b_tches
they just wanna bust a nut in your face, drop your cheese, making plenty of ends
loko’s on a mission to get it pimping with ten wanted men
[verse 3: tommy wright iii]
wanted by the feds, wanted by the narcs, ten wanted men can’t be stopped
[?] bodies drop, c_cked and close, snubbed nose
runnin’, gunnin’ on the chase, lock down is where we’re based
ten wanted men won’t give in ’cause we’re bound to catch a case
tall tree, stc, hypeville, summerville
[?] i’d rather be in pimpin’ville
real trill, laying low, backstreets is where we roll
a hundred miles and running to four corners since somebody told
tommy wright on the run, five warrants got me stressed
posters hanging downtown with the red word for my arrest
roll block want me to stop, to me that means punch the gas
roll the window down, put the cigarette out for the brake ’cause i wanna go real fast
blast on they ass zip ’em in the f_cking body bag
if you see ten wanted men, call back to [?]

[verse 4: mac t_dog]
jack a n_gga, stab a n_gga, [?]
can’t go home, sh_t it’s on, hit into a danger zone
glock on my hip, it’s that creep on the backstreets
park the ’94 [?] and then quick me a cherokee
[?] looking for these b_tches who tried to shoot me, t
when i catch ’em slipping, watch i’ll send them busters six feet deep
coming down mclemore, my n_gga bumpin’ pimpin’ hoe
f_ckers step [?] b_tch we’re going to your funeral
then i hit the d_o_p_e_t_r_a_c_k you b_tch
slangin’ on a quarter key, making my f_cking pockets deep
nine is key, go on a five_point_oh death, bled out, blinding folks
f_ck about, lemme pimp it b_tch, i bet your ass be dissin’ hoe
rolling through four corners, bumping marvin g_ye [?]
quick to getting your sh_t trick with that motherf_cking smith & wesson, b_tch
n_ggas on my d_ck ’cause i got it made in the shade
why you running your f_cking mouth, lil mac t_dog, get paid
hoe, i’m finna pimp a junt, sleeping on them f_cking jeans
glizzock on my hip, [?] f_ck with the ten wanted men
[verse 5: ?]
for the love of money, b_tch i’m having thoughts of spilling your blood
cases of that miller, plus my clip is filled with silver slugs
bullets come for chasing n_ggas, sticking, digging in your ass
pockets flat from gambling, now i’m reaching for that jason mask
jumping up in the chevy, i hit the bump and stomped until it peeled
pistol by my d_ck and now i’m scoping out these hoes on [?]
n_ggas be foolish, then where all they go on the street, when they know that a devil [?]
[?] give me your jewelry b_tch, don’t hesitate hoe, you ain’t my nig
still go right behind ’em, put that .44 up to his neck
b_tch you better hurry up before i bl__dy that [?]
dropped it off his head but i won’t sweat it, but hoe i want your life
it’s all that got you f_cked up, so you know you gotta pay the price
took a couple of [?] then i shot one time
[?] down on the ground, he wasn’t moving ’cause i hit that spine
running with a [?] in my hands and i book it up in the [?]
b_tches get up off my d_ck, i’m down with the motherf_cking ten wanted men

[verse 6: wild child]
n_ggas out there don’t dilate my pimping ’cause you will get hurt
n_ggas will slip and then i pop in the clip and i’ll bury these b_tches up under the dirt
blast that ass on them fools that wanna trip like a lunatic
ten wanted men, who are we and you know this sh_t is thick
t_dog, kingpin got my motherf_cking back
creep in and peep, we whooping them b_tches, we robbing them n_gga, we cool like that
coming straight out of the overlook, a promise where we hang at
n_ggas that come on our turf talking sh_t, you will get jacked
you might think i’m wrong but this sh_t is way too thick
please don’t violate or you’ll be a dead b_tch
these words coming from a real motherf_cking gangsta
a n_gga that robbed your ass, take your b_tches, say thank ya
i’m always strapped with a pistol grip on my hip
thoughts you’d slip or i’ma let these motherf_cking bullets rip
in your ass, make you think about the past, stupid ass fool
n_ggas out in the world need they motherf_cking ass too
already been schooled by my motherf_cking thirty, bro
hoe did you know, i don’t think so, could you get here with just forty_four
get in, get in, get in where you fit in
wild child it’s my name and i’m down with the motherf_cking ten wanted men
[verse 7: kingpin]
get the ten wanted men, real n_ggas just breaking bones
you tricks don’t step too close, ’cause buster we’re packing tone
sp_ced out, so blanked out, yeah we high as a motherf_cker
ten k!llers and [?] finna buck down some silly suckers
but tommy, he got that gat, lil ramsey gonna load that hog
a nine up to your spine, four corners, they got them y’all
you b_tches bow down boy, come player, we’re coming deep
a thug life i got to live, we’re raised up in [?]
[?] is where i dwell, stay smoking that marijuana
anytime they get buck wild and do what the f_ck we wanna
t_dog and tommy wright, lil wild child is smoking sack
my go by is kingpin, i’m down with ten wanted men

[verse 8: ?]
ten wanted men, running through this b_tch with a tec_9
c_ck the glock, another cop, a drive_by, don’t give a f_ck about the white swine
ballin’ in the ’73, smoked out as h_ll
h_lla cops on my ass and i have no choice but to bail
h_ll, i can’t get caught up in this f_cked up society
f_ck them b_tches, i k!ll them b_tches before i let them hoes have me
down in the mound, kicking in my motherf_cking front door
so i’m packing my sh_t and moving [?] when i’m still on the run hoe
some n_gga must have snitched ’cause them b_tches still riding the d_ck
of a international hustler post countries slanging yam b_tch
blasting on these b_tches that sleep with these player hater imitators
walking around calling a cop like them punk motherf_ckers don’t fade us
running through the cut, a cop pulled a shotgun out point blank range
so i stopped [?] and pulled my sh_t out and let them hollow points way
they’ll end that b_tch, might f_ck his sh_t, player got a stash rolled
back in the mound on the track in my [?]
now my face is shown on the news, i’m still on my hustle, f_ck catching a blue
i’m one of the ten wanted men, [?]

[verse 9: 1st degree]
1st degree is on the stang with my weapon inflicting pain
blood and murder ain’t no thing, i’m leaving them slugs in his brain
lemme get a hit off that dope, cough and choke, now i’m finna get crunk
twelve o’clock on the dime, the trick got shot when i unloaded the pump
to his face [?] pimps don’t need no murder case
when i be filling they f_cking head, dispose of you b_tches like waste
leaving no trace for them folks so they can never catch me slip
if they do, i’m ready to shoot, i’m keeping that thing on my hip
so don’t trip on [?]
1st degree is on the creep, making them stangs, i gotta get paid
n_ggas get played, but i won’t go, steadily making my cash flow
you just heard the mentality of the ninth most wanted n_gga

[verse 10: ?]
four corners and omp dipping [?]
aka will k!ll our thugs, robbers, ten wanted men g
from busters all on our nuts, get back ’cause you can’t compete
you cannot hang, so send these suckers, just take a seat
smoke a blunt, now get real crunk, inhale through my f_cking lungs
a gun through my nose from the po, got my whole body numb
we ready to do our dirt, strapped up ’cause mane it’s so thick
for busters and motherf_ckers, shut up b_tch, just listen b_tch
we’re k!llers and dope dealers, the worst kind you ever saw
we’re chill ass n_ggas, so you [?]
so busters gonna realize, recognize that they categorize
[?]
can’t think ’cause we stay so blank, go stay out of pistol range
[?] for twenty n_ggas when the pistol stang
[?]
i’ll find a cover mane, ain’t got no [?]
and for hampton, i step on up, so busters just be concerned
ten wanted men, we get so buck and b_tches just got to learn
we will step to the floor, just give it up ’cause we cracking skulls
forever blasting on b_tches ’cause we show no kind of love
so wannabe ass n_ggas don’t try to step to this player sh_t
once again, ten wanted men on the creep, we so real with this pistol cl!ck

[hook]
ten wanted men, ten wanted men
ten wanted men, we never scr_p, we’ll fill your cap b_tch
ten wanted men, ten wanted men
ten wanted men, on the run with the gun g

- tommy wright iii

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