Comin’ For ’94 - Intellectual

[Intro]

I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94

[Verse 1: Princess Loko]

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

[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 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 tickin', 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

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]

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 folk, 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

[Verse 4: 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 bar none of you bitches, jawn

On a stroll just took control you niggas, 'cause I got my tone

[Verse 5: Mac T Dog]

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 cheifin', mane, headed to the liquor store

Seen this nigga tryna flaudge 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 [?] if the folk catch me, I'm gon' [?]

Fuck this shit vampin' [?]

[?] 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 door, comin' out for the '94

[Verse 6: Tommy Wright III]

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

[Outro]

I ain't took no shit in '93 and I ain't takin' none in '94