[Verse 1: Princess Loko]
Here I go ´94 comin hard
Better known as 9-quad
Strictly pimpin´ never caught slippin´
Loko´s pulling hoe cards
Violate split your wig
Kick it with my fucking nig´
Talking all that bullshit
Sissy bitch can´t you dig
Keep the chrome in my coat
Bullets in my clip hoe
Slap your ass with that Glock
Bitch because you´re too slow
´93 long gone
´94 you know it´s on
[?] scrapping shit then played out
Now it´s time to tote the tone
Making millions keeping cheese
Smoking blunts pushing keys
For real-a my nigga pull the trigger
Princess [?] making these
Bumpin' junts on your ass
Treat these bitches just like trash
Real niggas stay around
Traying babies never last
Pimp and a player all in one
Man gangs never fail
Never underestimate this pimpin´ ´cause I´m raising hell
Been a [?] holla G
A real player gotta go
But I´m just thinkin´ no Loko and going for the ´94
[Verse 2: Mac T-Dog]
Click like a lunatic, Mac T-Dog on a pimpin´ stroll
I got it sewed up for the ´94
Call your motherfucking dirty hoe
The ´93 done played it my little Mac T-Dog gone come in hard
You talk about shooting pistols my nigga
I´m throwing a fuck and rob
I´m sneak when I´m on the move
The hooptie is what I ride
I parked it just outside the street
Then I do a damn homicide
I went from the murder scene
But 5-0 straight get me hoe
They knock on my fucking door
Watch they be at they funeral
A stone cold killer mane
Never barrin' that bullshit
[?] the M in the Mac trick
The T is for tickle bitch
But ´93 I played around
But in ´94 I´m back again
These niggas who´re failing Mac T
I´m taking their fucking wig
These busters these traitors mane
They cross me in ´93
See your black ass in '94 hoe watch your punk ass be six feet deep
These niggas they´re talking bad
I hear around their pistol though
And I checked [?] coming out for the ´94
[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
Damn that was quick
It´s the ´94 time to reload
One man gang Tommy Wright
Fuck day time I creep at night
Run from the four
Jumping fences all that shit is long gone
Pistol playing
Police got on my nerve
So now I pack a tone
Never change stealin´ same
Dreamin´ around in the M-Town
Four Corner bound where I´m found
Underground ´94 sound
Really though check it out hoe
Tell these bitches Princess Loko [Verse 4: Princess Loko]
Motherfucking ´94
Hoes get their skull popped
Mother for the nine quad
Get this fucking knowledge dropped
To you bitches flankin´ perpetratin´ of a player style
Real shit too slick Loko has no alibi
Homicide you a [?]
Hoe don´t waste my fucking time
Blow away your brain with this .45 in my panty line
Niggas on my fucking jock and hoes´s envy of this pimp
I´m in so fucking hard hoes´s [?] can not fuck with this
Laid back, in the black
Hit the track and sell my crack
Keep a low profile ´cause these bitches be behind your back
Talk this shit but weak ass hell and smile up in your fucking face
Plot to the next nigga how they can get my fame erased
Just can´t stand to see a nigga be on top a make some ends
I don´t have associates and sure ass hell no fucking friends
Riding with my partners Paranoid and TW
Don´t Start No Shit won´t be no shit
I gots no time to fuck with you
Got some [?]
Ain´t no anna
They don´t want to [?] a player
Shank a bitch and take no shit a motherfucking hoe slayer
Caught one time to lock me up I´m chilling in a jail cell
Used the phone and got much [?]
A nigga made my fucking bail
Back to my everyday routine
Keeping dough yeah hoe
You ain´t know I got you sewed up but you don´t hear me though
TCB and the master T
Bitches you can´t fuck with me
Kicking it with TW and M a c T D o g
Four Courners and Pimpin Ville
Creeping ´cause this´s 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 [?] I thought you knew ´cause this shit´s finna change
Taking over Memphis Tennessee with strong ´bout pimpin´ G
Put them hoes on plates they were [?] out back in ´93
You better beware this pimps in the air don´t barr none of you bitches [?]
On a stroll just took control you niggas ´cause I got my tone
[Verse 5: Mac T-Dog]
Poppin' slugs to your head coming in hard like the real mac
Pistol play Mac T trick drop blow a hole straight in your back
´93 done G ´94 in hoe
M a c T D o g creeping with this steel hoe
Riding in the Chevy with my nigga Tommy Wright cheefing out
Make that turn on murderer street and pop up at my nigga house
Picked him up we´re cheefing mane headed to the liquor store
Seen the nigga try to flodge his teeth
Let´s take that young rookie though
Stick him up we´re running hoe trying to get his tone g
Caught that fool standing in the front door
Shot him with my .380
Boom boom boom to the dome then he layd dead
Get in the car and ball a [?]
Fuck this shit [?]
[?] some shit I wouldn´t have done in ´93
´94´s the year for pimpin´ killin´ stealin´ robbin´ a trick
See you my nig´ out of the dough
Comin´ out for the ´94[Verse 6: Tommy Wright III]
I´m treal like peel I´m still slanging and making deals
A thrill is what I feel when I peel your cap with a snap
You´re trapped once I got this Glock cocked ready to pop
Drop goes the narc perpetrating I send your ass to Satan
Dead homies dead roadies that´s what I always see
Mommas crying partners dying that´s what I saw up in ´93
Tommy Wright is ready to swarm just like a thunderstorm
Project born keep my horn from beeping when a nigga creeping
Dead or alive ´95 ain´t what I stride for
I don´t fuck with your 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 killing folks will I make it I don´t know
´93 I played around but not anymore in ´94[Sample]x5
I ain´t took no shit in ´93
And I ain´t taking none in ´94

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