Manslaughter - Intellectual

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]

What y'all plan on doin' with a nigga when we catch up with 'em?

[Chorus: Tommy Wright & DJ Zirk]

Get that motherfucker, get that motherfucker, get 'em

Get that motherfucker, get his buster ass, get 'em

Lock 'em in my trunk (Trunk), drag 'em to the river (River)

[Verse 1: 2-Faced]

Wakin' up early in the mornin', straight up jawnin'

Gotta get full of them drugs, leavin' them nigga with slugs

Compliments of 2-Faced nigga the thug

It ain't no love, I told you before

So lemon-ass niggas get filled up with lead

Got caught by surprise, come duck and be tried

He instantly die, bullet wound to the head

Blood gotta shed when I load up my rifle

A sniper deliverin' lead to your dome

Shot been inflicted with doses of pimpin', I hang in South Memphis, but hell is my home

Home with them killers, my nigga's cap peelers, gravediggers, remember; my temper is short

Snorted cocaine, it's fuckin' up my brain

My mind is maintained by devious thoughts

Keepin' a weapon of any ill threat that's for suckers who steppin', and clickin' and pullin'

My roadie be killin', cap peelin', drug dealin', two villain, no feelin' for snitches who nosey

Givin' out clout to them clock of a dollar straight bought 'em, I saw them with triggers I sawed 'em

No mercy for niggas, I'm out to make figures

I'm leavin' 'em in rivers, so bodies gettin' hauled off

I thought of a plan to murder a man, and get away clean with the money and dope

The tragedy I will leave will be like fatally, tied the two to the tree, put 'em up in my smoke

I'm full of that fuckin' blow, rippin' a .44

Chief as I cough and choke up on them mega blunts

Niggas who flaugin' get bucked when I'm robbin'

So suckers start dodgin', or get put up in my trunk

[Chorus: Tommy Wright & DJ Zirk]

Get that motherfucker, get that motherfucker, get 'em

Get that motherfucker, get his buster ass, get 'em

Lock 'em in my trunk (Trunk), drag 'em to the river (River)

[Verse 2: Project Pimp]

Pistol grip, .44 in my hand

Ten Wanted Men got a master plan

Chasin' that bitch 'til she run outta breath

Bullets don't stop, he gon' meet his damn death

Put 'em in a ditch, deep in the ground

Burnin' 'em if you got some gas

Smackin' 'em with that .44, bitch

Finger on trigger, keep tellin' me blast

Love for the stang, everyday thang, killin' niggas, doggin' hoes

Ten Wanted Men once again, with a bang

Project Pimp, I'm shootin' them tones

Hangin' up out the damn window, the .44 pistol grip

Vamp with the gin on the seat and I'm pullin' the trigger, then leave his ass, 'cause

Project Pimp a psycho thug

[Verse 3: Mac T Dog]

Mac T Dog in this junt once again, for the 9-6, Street Smart bumpin' that shit

Leavin' these niggas fucked up, roughed up with that 30-R-6, bitch

Cappin' and snatchin' these killers, drug dealers, cap peelers, we after your gravy, ho

Ten Wanted Men on a mission with murder shit

Yeah bitch, got your casket closed

Creepin' slow, on the floor, on a ho, lookin' for the trick, with the riches up in this thang

Strapped like jab but the clique got my back, in the getaway van, ready to blast

Body bags on the ground, I'm leavin' these niggas for them folks

Mac T Dog, I'm outie five, another nigga casket closed

[Chorus: Tommy Wright & DJ Zirk]

Get that motherfucker, get that motherfucker, get 'em

Get that motherfucker, get his buster ass, get 'em

Lock 'em in my trunk (Trunk), drag 'em to the river (River)

[Verse 4: Mr. TiniMaine]

Creepin' to the scene in a glimpse, never seen

Disappear like a ghost in the wind, it's me

T to the I, to the N, to the I, to the M-A-I-N-E, Tini

Pockets feelin' broke, so I gotta make a stang on a lemon lame that's got me fucked up in the game

Comin' from the dark, so I bust your heart with the silver Jason mask

Gimme all the cash, hit the gas

Smack and kick your bitch up the side her head then cuff her, time to gag her with the Tommy Hilfiger that I snatched up off yo' bitch

Tie your hands behind your back

Get the Ox and Vogues from the window out the 'Lac

Chiefin' on another sack I got a masterplan

Hit the stash pot, cheese and dope

His boy was sellin' blow, we left him on the floor

Smack him one more time before we go

Hopped into the Chevy-thang let me throw up again

As the green, let me think, Tini five, no I strive

How that like that ain't no way that ain't no good

But I can't afford to make no losses Jason mask ain't this a bitch

Many niggas jealous so they scopin' me, bloody Glock is in my hand

Perry Ellis smellin' like a lucci

Quarter ounce a dope is in the air

Brothers can't stand the truth, player robbers creepin' from the East prepared

Glock seventeen, lookin' mean, as release, cock it back, spittin' rounds up out the side to the ground

Did ya, did ya get 'em? Yes, I got him

As I tired of bustin', scatter creep ya knees to the back, sippin' Crown

Thinkin' of a scheme, it's a dream it's for real lay him dead

Mr. TiniMaine, ya shouldn'ta crossed me out

Forty-five G's, six kilo, pound of weed, trick or treat

Manslaughter, Tini five, I'm in the house

[Chorus: Tommy Wright & DJ Zirk]

Get that motherfucker, get that motherfucker, get 'em

Get that motherfucker, get his buster ass, get 'em

Lock 'em in my trunk (Trunk), drag 'em to the river (River)