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Link Time Hoe Lyrics

Link Time Hoe by 36 Mafia  

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Link Time Hoe That god damm dope... yeah hoe yeah hoe(all throught the song)
We gotta come like we get down 'n' dirty for our figas, we gotta
Come like we
Be quick to pull back on some triggas, we gotta come you know
That devil shit
Is still up in us, we mafia niggas, we mafia niggas, (this
Chourse 1 more time)
So that wicked got some shit you bitches neva saw I come wit
Shakas and they
Bumpin now I'll break the law, I cut the air for you breathe,
Whill I'm blazin on
Theses greens... something anbout trees)... we'll take yo leg all
Off, you chokin
From exhaust, you lost up in the sauce, you stumble against the
Wall, don't play
With lord at all, you didn't listin now you pissin down yo leg
And got a gun
Against yo head, you know I'm headin for a bloody ball? I'm tryin
To go for boss,
Prepare for all the cops, I got'em possin when I toss it and
We'll get 'em all,
I'm dirty for the calls, bitch don't you hit the balls, I'll lock
You bitches in
The ice box when it's full of frost, bitch don't you know when I am high I leave
A dimplo, cock back this pistol and I'll pop you like a pimpo
(pimple), I got
The 2, and the stones, in yo home, with the chrome, you alone,
And the rest is
Very simple (simple)


Aint no nigga don't play with me, play wit me my nigga I'm gonna
Lay ya in the
Street, all I came for is cheese, maybe that's hard to belive, I'm
Gonna lock
Down a load and let yo bitch ass bleed, let y'all know that I
Came, wit some
Shit up my sleeve, know what I mean my nigga it's only just me
Slit a line down
My sleeve? something put some lead in yo heart, it's only the
Sick shit, don't
Get shit started.

Now ever scince we came, them hatas don't know where to go, they
Try to go to
They crib, I shot around in there home, I'm bustin lugas with
Some lugas do ya
Nigga I'm gonna send some straight through ya screw ya, bout this
Buisness, bout
These boys, bout this witness wit these toys
Wit these toys yeah we gotta make the noise when we cock 'em
Guaranteed to kill
'em rob 'em stop 'em wit a saud off shot gun niggas in the
Street and, frid up
Only dog food? and rockin so much dope the restrooms toxic in
The madness it's
Like psycotic
The last chourse.



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