Last Alternative lyrics

f/ La Chat, Project Pimp



Hook:

Ain`t no use in throwin` blows

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain`t no use in throwin` blows

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain`t no use in throwin` blows

I just wanna smoke you hoes

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain`t no use in throwin` blows

(2x)



[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]

Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin` die

Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood

wid the ooze, hangin` out the sunroof doin` drive-by,

You survive, that`s a lie, fifty niggas standin` on the corna

watchin` every muthafuckn` move you make,

Some perpetrate, shootin` ball on crate,

Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga break

Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin`

Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don`t fight just blast,

Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin` big,

got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field

B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"

But not me, on my tone, get the phone

Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance

Bustas braggin`, eye cappin` lyin` bout who they done put to rest

Prove it to me, do a street sweep,

Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,

Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants

Wasn`t shit different when I moved in South Memphis

for the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin`

Lampin` on the track wid ah handful ah rocks

and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,

Still on parole can`t catch another case,

Creepin` night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood

go to war with the world if I gotta,

Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,

Tommy Wright don`t fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter



Hook (1x)



[Verse 2: La Chat]

Hoppin` on these bitches, leavin` `em wid stitches

Reason why I do these funky hoes,

If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on

cause La Chat still won`t go,

Cappin` all these suckas, fillin` these bustas

Shoot `em to the ground wid my nine that I tote

Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin` pimpin`

Best believe that`s a motherfuckin` lesson hoe

Beatin` these bitches to the ground,

That`s my hobby I like to do,

Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side

Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot,

Threaten my fuckin` life hoe that`s a no no you lil silly hoe,

You one hoe, that I know that done know,

that your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go,

Evil signs I do not see, it`s just the hatred in my blood

It`s just me when I feel the need I`m poppin` them motherfuckin` slugs

Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games

Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames

Know this anna`s on my mind, it keep me doin` a fuckin` crime

Never like caught, slippin` bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin` nine

Got some anamosity, here`s my fuckin` do` key

Get that shit up off your chest

My 20 guage track will handle the rest



Hook (1x)



[Project Pimp]

I gotta be makin` that cash, the bigga my stash

I put on my halloween mask,

Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets

Makin` them lemons lay down in the grass

My weapon I`m grippin` ain`t no time for slippin`

The Pimp and I`m all about makin` that cheese,

Robber who robbin` them bitches for riches and dumpin`

ain`t no stoppin till I get some kis,

Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans

and take care my family through problems,

Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and Terrel

Some playas who down to go robbin`,

Think that I`m flodgin` don`t slip and get killed by them bullets

that fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain

Got me straight doin` thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch `em slip

No mercy for suckas and bustas when I`m on my hustle

I take care ah my business off top,

Regardless whoever that nigga might be

when I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin` that glock,

It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,

I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggas

who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on `em low



[Tommy Wright III]

Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin` life,

Roll them dice, get a side bet

Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,

Murder one expert, drinkin` red rum

Hoe my mouth don`t move cause I talk wid ah ooze

Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love

Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop

Pistol grippers, leavin` y`all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers

Where I`m from niggas come wid pistols

Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin` who`s next

I`m gon` buck `em, and I`m gon` stuff `em

Tommy don`t love `em it was only fuck phonies

Six feet to me ain`t deep

Can`t be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,

Really don`t give a fuck, nail it to your nuts

Everyday parlay sun down, sun up

Niggas don`t want no peace so they pack a piece wait,

Murder show at twelve can`t be late,

Fuck scrappin`, Tommy Wright cappin` and dappin`

when the damage is done, do away wid the gun

On the run, real billy sippin` O-Z,

Ten wanted men feelin` deep, trick or treat, fuck tha police



Hook (1x)



[Tommy Wright III]

Dig that, Memphis niggas ain`t scrappin` no more

Especially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin` we cappin`

It`s on like cap, BIOTCH!
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