Searchin fo a Lick - Ramirez

Creepin' on the come up with a 2−11 on my mind

Persuaded by the devil, grippin' on my blade, passing nine

Searchin' fo' a lick that I can hit with murder in my soul

Swingin', bendin' corners in the '67 El Co

Blacked out, runnin' routes, busta, what you talkin' 'bout?

Bodies in the bag, bangin' on a trunk, they scream and shout

You fuckin' with the Killa, the Silver Back Gorilla

G*59 is not a gang, bitch, we the militia

Countin' up my skrilla, shoot my cap pilla

Kill a motherfucka, throw his body in the river

Runnin' through your fuckin' hood with ski mask on my fuckin' face

We killin' every pussy motherfucker that be in my way

Roll me up another blunt of that sticky skunk

Get the shake junt, slaughterin' these suckas for some fuckin' fun

Got the gun, leave a nigga stunned, bitch, I’m on the run

Ho, you want it?

I can promise I can give you some

Mafia, smoked out, loced out

Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out

Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, smoked out, loced out

Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out

Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, smoked out, loced out

Smoked out, loced out, loced out, loced out

Triple 6