Get Yo Wig Split lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Now we finna really have it on
Yeah, it's on, b*tch
Gimisum up in this motherf*cker
North Memphis must stick up in this b*tch for one of you player hatin’ ass ho
Dig that

[Verse 1: Playa Dre & So Serious, Both]
Jumped into my Kaki's, hit the Skimask on, my pistol c*cked
Seventeen rounds in the motherf*ckin' chamber
Keep the dope to the flow, then I unload the Glock
Dead in a ho face, cheese in a briefcase
Lay it on the ground ho, pistol grip .38
Snubnose, six shot, fifty round, buckshot
Dash to the floor, hoes droppin’ like a [?]
Poppin' light sh*t, wanna hit it, better yet
Life stang on a trick with the pump to his back
Shells on the ground and the dirt full of blood
Put a slug in his throat, when I slap you with the gat
b*tch, you better wise up, dope when I'm on a loot
With the Mossberg Pump, Playa Dre love to shoot
Blow them b*tches up, once they reach the warzone
In my hood, with the TEC, on my toe, with the Troopaz
Runnin' in your sh*t, like a truck, when I'm full of funk
Crunk by the man, from the skunk, when I cut a blunt
Dazed by the hay, with the A to the K
I'ma wait, just in case, n*ggas steppin' up with Playa Dre
Wreckin' your clique, with the killers on red and weed
Bustin’ the dough while, we screamin’ out "Narcs"
Shootin' the revolvers, the crew problem solvin’
No duckin' from bullets, the pistol be c*cked
The crooked type n*gga, who runnin' with killers
Disguised with the mask on his face, to do crime
Hit it for now, while we chiefin' the fire, with the hollow point
Sweep in the streets and rewind
Poppin’ my trench on a hump for a b*tch
As I creep with my n*ggas, around on the hill
Front in my house, as we chief the weed out and I stepped outta town
That's the way, I like live
[Verse 2: So Serious]
Grippin' my Glock off the dresser, just like I confess to
When I be like, speed through the night
Jumped in my costume, my skimask
My identity is unknown, so that no one resight
Your eyes stay open real wide, when you see the ho
That see some [?]
I'm takin' my time and I'm doin' it right
And the devil bet' not be like wastin' my time
Throwin' on my Loc', eyes red, can't cope, fulla dope
When I put you in the f*ckin' bodybag
Trace to the river
[?from a mud far right poppin' in my arm 'cause the whole body did a drag?]
Constantly thinkin', what happened at night
Redrum and Lil Killa, they whooped on the trick
He took off so fast, he stopped at the light
The five-point done took off, he blew that b*tch
When the sh*t cooled down, vamped on the Peer Street
Saw my n*gga pause on the porch, "What's up, baby?"
Chillin' in the house drinkin', pure blunts, I f*ckin' coughed
Thinkin' about the sh*t they did, then stick him in his f*ckin' heart

[Chrous: Gimisum Family & Lord Infamous]
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Oh, my mind is out there, fresh out the crazy house
Fresh out the crazy house, fresh out the crazy house
[Verse 3: Redrum & Killamac]
Bulletproof vest, on my chest, and I'm taking you to places before I take out your life
Gimisum Redrum, strapped with the Tommy Gun, [?]
Clear out the b*tch and if you snitch, I'ma pop the clip and let hollow tips locked up your brain
Robbin' and mobbin', and duckin' and dodgin', but still they get caught up in my pistol range
Creepin' the scene, so dangerously
Poppin' on tricks
Grippin' my Glock when I tossin' up rocks, so player hatin' n*ggas must try to snitch
Load up my chamber, your life is in danger, the hammer go back to erase up a trick
The Glock in my draws, I'll put them in use, I'll tell you again "Don't f*ck with this Clique"

[Verse 4: Killamac]
AK shells on the ground, with the mask on my face and I'll start poppin' the TEC
Poppin' out shots from the Glock on the block
Lil' Killa with the weapon and the Killa Crime Clique
Cut off your head, hit the crib, [?] strike
With my n*gga Dre [?] finna clown, hangin' out with the n*ggas off of light
Pimp trick, [?] press you to the curb, get served by the killer, n*gga, yeah, thats me
Stand on the block with the pockets full of rocks, real trill, n*gga, strapped with the Glock up on light street
[?] Tip Toe, killa ho, chrome plated .44, test Eastwood and you down to hit the f*ckin' floor
[?] I gotta maintain me a low-pro, when I'm pimpin' on a dirty ho

[Chrous: Gimisum Family]
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
Scrap, b*tch, duck, b*tch, you gon' get your wig split
[Verse 5: Mr. Slicc]
Creep from the twenty
[?]

Pass the weed and bring it on, fingerlickin' my brain on dope
Flow like a bird, when I'm in that zone
Smoke more weed then Cheech and Chong
No ho, n*ggas ride, 'cause you never know, when the motherf*cker peepin' up point-blank, n*gga, dropt it off
sh*t, gotta stay strapped, with the four-five, thirty clip, no gat

[Verse 6: Lil Gin]
Lil Gin or Gizzin, this is the plizzan, Troopaz, the clizzan
Glizzock in my right hand, f*ckin' you up, where you can't duck
n*gga, your b*tch-ass finna get bucked
DJ Paul with the hundred shots
Prophet Ent. Gimisum, turn sh*t up