Junkie Jun - Intellectual

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]

Ballin' in da Junkie Junt, ridin' in dat junkies shit

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]

On my block, sellin' rocks, hand full, take yo pick

You ain’t got no money? Gimmie yo car, so I can ball dat bitch

White Boy Phil, where you at? Junkie junt stashed waitin’ [?] by the park

Radio gone, no air, no heat, Ten Wanted Men wanna ride deep through the park

“I’ll be back,” Know I be lyin’, crackheads be dumb as fuck

Jump in the junkie junt, ballin' real fast, junkie got scared when I mashed the gas

Paranoid, scared as fuck, don't know what to expect from T'

Shouldn't 've pawned yo shit out to this lunatic from FCP

Tommy Wright: Da One Man Gang

Finna run a junkie junt clean off the road

Got my son, Tommy Da IV, in the car seat, holdin' real tight to the door

Project Pimp [?] Loko at the fuckin' ring

Frontend in the air, backend to the ground, gas petal to the floor, puffin' on indo

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]

Ballin' in da Junkie Junt, ridin' in dat junkies shit

[Verse 2: Undacova & Tommy Wright III]

Rolling with this killer click, caliber, be scoping shit

Armed with that swisher sweet, and Glock filled up with hollow tips

Driving suicidal, paranoia from the pigs I hate

Hit dat overdrive in the junkie junt, hit it from the [?]

5-0 trying to catch me slippin', slowin' down my selling crack

So I left my nigga Wild Child [?] while I go make a jack

Rolling up in the lot, in the Chevy, he ride real slow

Creeping up from behind, reaching for the muthafuckin' door

Jumped into the chevy, put the chrome to his fucking dome

Pimpin grabbin' what he wants, so one [?] sissy can get [?] the [?]

Wild Child went outside, with the ride, finna get away

Jumped into the junkie junt, count our money while we chief on hay

Ridin' like a lunatic, crazy for that gravy dough

Undacova makin' bitches buckle Time to die, ho

Goin' through the motion, rollin' blunts dried out from [?] trick

On the come up, 'bout my hustle, while I'm ballin' in dat junkies shit

[Verse 3: Project Pimp]

Junkie junt, pistol grip, ballin', flexin' on Lamar

Scope these niggas that I can stang

Fuck this shit, this ain't my car

Got this junt from White Boy Phil

Talking 'bout "Bring it back late on"

Bitch you got me fucked up, I gave you a damn rock, I'll be dodgin', ho

Back up on my mission, cock my pistol, scoop my nigga Tim

Just before the day, my nigga Tommy was in the back of him

Caught them bitches slippin' when I seen 'em, I just started laughin'

Stomp that bitch, I'm peelin', my nigga, hangin' up out the station wagon

[?] bustaz thought they seen wagon, then they got on down

Shooting 'em in their back? I'm buckin' up bitches while they're on the ground

Finally I made it back to the hood, White Boy Phil was mad as fuck

Slapped that bitch, told 'em "I'm gon' head on"

I'm dodgin' all these junkie junt

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]

Ballin' in da Junkie Junt, ridin' in dat junkies shit

[Verse 4: Mac T-Dog]

Duck bitch, bring it on, ho

Thinkin' you can fuck with Mac-T

Cockin´ that .45 Glock to your face, leaving these niggas laid dead in the screet

Junkie truck, ballin' out, do a solid while I vamp

Fire up the reefer that keepin' me blinked, mackin' on a city tramp

See M.T.O., flex so thick, cappin' one of these imitatin' boys

Scopin' n' pimpin' ah nigga so fast, creepin' n' crawlin' in the grass

.356 snub-nosed sharp pointed to your fucking face

Strapped down, dripped in blood, bombs tied from your waist

Whoopin' n' foldin' these sucka ass niggas, dat wanna play Mac T-Dog like a deduct

Takin' these niggas out to the damn woods, ballin´ in a junkie truck

Smell like dope, junkie smoke, got a message for Mac-T

Crensay hit me on a hoe and wanna punish 95 see

Smokin' n' drankin' got [?] my [?] my hustle, when Lil Mac T Dog on the track

Dope house crunk, boomin' them pills, got a nigga pockets fat

Mac T-Dog, Ten Wanted Men, 4 Corner Click: we so thick

DUI when we in them thangs, dodging all these junkie shit