Heat Packers

Mr. 3-2

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    When I clap that cannon, niggaz fall down dead
    Killer gorilla, for the bread I ain't scared
    Get ahead, whatever it take to get over
    Two 2-3's, knocking heads off niggaz shoulders
    I told ya, now it's too late to plea bargain
    No organ, pistol up and I'm mobbing
    Squabbing, box in the street with no shoes
    Slapping fools, use a mark like a tattoo
    Drama ain't shit, but a five letter word
    Boys get curred, and fucked off for the birds
    I know you heard, we ain't scared of no jackers
    Down in H-Town, the home of the heat packers

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    Heat packers, kidnappers and thugs
    Fried out sipping mud, and jacking for drugs
    Cock back the hammer, and empty the whole clip
    Niggaz ain't bout shit, so ride or get hit

    [Beezo]
    It spun, the heat packers are moving the packs
    A package is falsing for real, selling illigitmate deal
    Far from being, some of that fake shit that you spill
    All that kill em up bang-bang, dope sale that you claim
    I don't claim to be, nothing I'm not to be
    The apple don't fall far from the tree, I know my family tree you feeling me
    Killers and drug dealers, thug niggaz my fam to be
    And tell that you visit your fam, from the gutter they rose up
    Tried to better me growing up, raised right by my team
    The streets ripped me to be, a heat packing MC
    Push and it came, blowing on trees riding on 3's
    Me and that nigga 3, kicking that S.G.

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    [Hook - 2x]

    [Pup]
    Motherfucker I'm a heat packer, with jacking deleting jackers
    No problem with busting my pistol, you niggaz got it backwards
    I'm a soldier, Ridgemont veteran quick to fold ya
    I told ya, for 2005 the game's over
    I don't know ya, so what I'ma box you fo'
    See I ain't got time to play with you bitch, I'ma pop you hoe
    So when you see me in the streets, don't try to flag me down
    Them be the same bitch niggaz, that try to drag me down
    I ain't no rookie nigga, you better ask around
    I put-p-put on that mask, and come and blast your town
    I'm packing heat, and got four or five niggaz packing it with me
    Artillery, nobody packing rounds under fifty
    You fellas wanna get with me, come prepared then nigga
    Cause I'm going all out, if I gotta stab me a nigga
    But my pistol and my choppers, usually right on my side
    With my finger on the trigger, and I'm ready to ride cause we some

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