Comin For The 94

Lyrics for Comin For The 94

I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 Here I go '94 comin' hard, better known as 9-quad Strictly pimpin', never caught slippin' Loko's pullin' ho cards Violate, split yo' wig, kick it with my fuckin' nig' Talkin' all that bullshit sissy bitch, can't you dig? Keep the chrome in my coat, bullets in my clip, ho Slap yo' ass with that Glock, bitch, because you too slow '93, long gone, '94, you know, it's on That scrappin' shit done played out Now it's time, the tote to tone Makin' ends, keepin' cheese, smokin' blunts, pushin' keys For real-a, my nigga pull the trigger Princess ends, makin' these Bumpin' junts on yo' ass, treat these bitches just like trash Real niggas stay around, traitin' babies never last Pimp and a player, all in one, mind games never fail Never underestimate this pimpin' 'cause I'm raisin' hell Finna' vamp, holla G, a real player gotta' go But I'm just lettin' you know, Loko ain't goin' for the '94 Click like a lunatic, Mac T Dog on a pimpin' stroll I got it sewed up for the '94, call yo' motherfuckin' dirty ho The '93 done played up, my little Mac T Dog gone come in hard You talkin' 'bout shootin' pistols my nigga I'm throwin' a fuck and rob I'm sneak when I'm on the move, the hooptie is what I ride I parked it outside the street then I do a damn homicide I vamp from the murder scene, but a 5-0 can't get me, ho They knock on my fuckin' door, watch they be at they funeral A stone cold killer, mane never barrin' that bullshit Capital M in the Mac, trick, the T is for tickle bitch But '93, I played around but '94, I'm back again These niggas who valid' Mac T, I'm takin' they fuckin' wig These busters and traitors mane, they crossed me in '93 See yo' black ass in '94 ho, watch yo' punk ass be six feet deep These niggas they talkin' bad, they hidin' 'round they pistol though And I just can really tell, comin' out for the '94 Damn, that was quick, it's the '94, time to reload One man gang, Tommy Wright, fuck daytime, I creep at night Runnin' from the folks, jumpin' fences, all that shit is long gone Pistol playin', Police got on my nerve So now, I pack a tone, never changed, still insane Dreamin' of runnin' the M-Town Four Corner bound, where I'm found Underground, '94 sound, really though, check it out, ho Tell these bitches, Princess Loko Motherfuckin' '94, hoes get they skull popped Motto for the 9-quad: Get this fuckin' knowledge dropped To you bitches flankin', perpetratin' off a player style Real shit, too slick, Loko has no alibi Homicide, do a crime, ho, don't waste my fuckin' time Blow away your brain, with this four-five in my panty line Niggas on my fuckin' jock and hoes is envy of this pimp I'm hittin' so fuckin' hard, you hoes is J, and cannot fuck with this Lady Mack, in the black, hit the track and sell my crack Keep a low profile, because these bitches be behind yo' back Talk that shit but weak ass hell and smile up in yo' fuckin' face Plottin' to the next nigga, how they can get my fame erased Just can't stand to see a nigga be on top and make some ends I don't have associates and sure don't have no fuckin' friends Ridin' with my partners, Paranoid and T-W Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, I got no time, to fuck with you Got some static, ain't no ana, they don't wanna' do shit, player Shank a bitch and take her shit, a motherfuckin' ho slayer Caught one time to lock me up, I'm chillin' in a jail cell Used the phone and got much clout, my niggas made my fuckin' bail Back to my everyday routine, keepin' dough, yeah, ho You ain't know, I got you sewed up but you don't hear me though T.C.B. Animosity, bitches, you can't fuck with me Kickin' it with T-W and M-A-C-T-D-O-G 4 Corners and Pimpin' "V", creepin', 'cause this how we be Real ass niggas pimpin' hoes in the '94 Another year for the pimps and the players, to start another level, mane Higher than the last, I thought you knew, 'cause this shit finna' change Takin' over Memphis Tennessee, with stronger pimpin', G Put them hoes in place, 'cause they will plumb out for the '93 You better beware these pimps in the air don't barr none of you bitches, jawn On a stroll just took control you niggas, 'cause I got my tone Poppin' slugs to yo' head, comin' hard like a real Mac Pistol play Mac T, trick drop blow a hole straight in yo' back '93, gone G, '94, in, ho M-A-C-T-D-O-G creepin', with that steel pole Ridin' in the Chevy, me and my nigga Tommy Wright cheefin' out Make that turn on murderer street, yo' pop up at my nigga house Pick 'em up, we cheefin', mane, headed to the liquor store Seen this nigga tryna flodge his teeth, let's take that young rookie dough Stick 'em up, he runnin' home tryna' get his tone, G Caught that fool slippin' at the front door, shot 'em with my .380 Boom, boom, boom, to the dome, then he lay dead Get in the car and ball a [?] Fuck this shit [?] (?) some shit I wouldn't've done in '93 '94 is the year for pimpin', killin', stealin', robbin' a trick See you my nig' out of the dough, comin' out for the '94 I'm treal, I kill, I'm still slangin' and makin' deals The thrill is what I feel, when I peel yo' cap off with the snap You're trapped once I got this Glock cocked, ready to pop Drop goes the narc perpetratin', I send yo' ass to Satan Dead homies, dead roadies, that's what I always see Mommas cryin', partners dyin' is what I saw up in '93 Tommy Wright is ready to swarm, just like a thunderstorm Project born, keep my horn from beepin' when a nigga creepin' Dead or alive, 9 to 5 ain't what I strive for I don't fuck with yo' ass dude, so what you fuck with mine for? Got my strap ready to jack, stack my shells real well Ain't no joke, can't go broke, gotta let the pistol smoke Go for broke, killin' folks, will I make it? I don't know '93 I played around but not anymore in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94 I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94