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Tony Yayo

Lil Shop Of Horror

 

Lil Shop Of Horror

(album: GPG 3 - 2011)


[Chorus: D. Brown]
This that murder death kill kill
187 audio, nigga and we do it for the thrill
This that triple 6 die slow the devil at your front door
Grim reaper tags on your toes
This that hardcore homicide
Soundtrack the violence and all my niggaz ready to ride
This that murder death kill kill
187 audio, score to a nigga gettin killed

[Tony Yayo:]
Welcome to my little shop of horror enter
Shit I squeeze make trees go timber
Expendable star blunding swarchznegger
I kill a sheep anda shephard I'm a wolf slayer
I fill a fuck boy full of lead
And make the horse on his polo look dead
I make a movie like a actor with squid packs
That quick get back revenge is like some good cash

[D. Brown:]
I take a nigga head off, like a hot mascot
Blowin on some apricot, countin up my sack of rock
My blade game like sir waves alot
Where my nigga jay crib looking like camelot
Hit your head turn your brain to beef stroganoof
1 phone call got shooters on protocall

[Chorus]

[D. Brown:]
O.d on tracks I'm the best
I'm a ballin motherfucker I'm delonte west
4-5 leave real big blood stain
Bang yourself like prince did in purple rain
Nigga, I'm on that grind like an old stripper
In a room full of birds and no fat niggaz
I'm with the talk of new york
When the beef pop off, my niggaz go pork

[Tony Yayo:]
Bing monsters, psycho
Flood the toilets throw shit on the c.o
Blow trial, no letters written
But a fat white bitch that's into cow tippin
Hard body niggaz in the yard liftin
Frale little niggaz got guns from the kitchen
My homie locked behind them owensville walls
I press 3 and accept the call

[Chorus]

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