Drag ’Em to the River (Totalitarian Remix) Lyrics
You Did Good, $Lick
[?] Shit Back In ’96 (What)
Northside In This B!tch
Lil Wetto
Southside In This B!tch (What)
East-side, *59, Motherfu*ker
West Bank In This B!tch
[?] Respect Me
East-side *59 (Ay)
Heard That Boy Talking Shit, I’ma Murk His A*s (Fu*k ’em)
Said He Got Guns, I Don’t Believe His A*s (Fu*ker)
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I Ain’t Talkin’ Mass (Shh)
Said He Gon’ Kill Who? Ha, I Need A Laugh (Haha)
Ayy, Big Dog $Lick $Loth, Northside Killer
Heartbreak Kid, Young Wet Ben Stiller
How The Fu*k You Chart On Billboard But I’m Still Fu*kkin’ Richer
I Went Platinum With No Billboard, No Video, No Pictures
Can Give A Fu*k ’bout These Plaques Or These Critics And B!tches
I’m Just Grindin’ For My Fam, Give My Girl What She Wishes (Ayy)
Y’all Fu*k Boys Just Buyin’ Toys, Don’t Pass On My Litmus
I Done Went Broke, Made It Back Tenfold, That’s God As My Witness
“Ay Cut Throat, Let ’em Know”, Still A Savage Motherfu*ker
Solja Rag In That Rolls, Lookin’ Like Juvie In That Hummer
Number One Stunner, I’m Off St. Bernard With Ruby
Went To Carrollton With My Shirt Off Screamin’ Out
“B!tch, Who Gon’ Shoot Me?”
I Grab The Uzi, I Hit The Huey
Eatin’ A Ten Piece In A Benz, Just Another Fu*kin’ Tuesday
B!tch, I’m Too Grey
I Mean Three Grey
Fu*king The Game With No Foreplay
P.D. Say They Fu*kin’ With Me,
Reminded Them What A Whore Would Say (Uh-uh)
Still Fu*k Them Ho*s
Still Coming Down Off Them Drugs From Three Years Ago (Sheesh)
Still Hoardin’ Most Of My Money, Can’t Shake Feeling Broke (Damn)
Who The Fu*k You Know Blew A ‘mil Up Their Nose?
Yeah, They Heard, I Found God Like I Still Won’t Shoot
Baddest Motherfu*kin’ Crackers, There Ain’t No Dispute
Fu*k This Whole Industry, Even The No Names Too (Fu*k ’em)
Let Me Just Tell You That I Hate You, There’s No Need To Assume (Grey, Grey)
Feel Like Year 2000 And I’m Aaron Brooks
Take That Fent, That Brown, And Show You How To Cook
You Brought The Whole Gang Down And I Ain’t Even Shook (Pu*sy)
And I’ll Just Stop Right Now ’cause I Don’t Need A Hook
I’m A 5’9 Soldier, New Orleans Stunner
Dodgin’ Nopd They Always Out And About In The Summer
I Don’t Fu*k With No New Orleans Ho*s, But I Did When I Was Younger
Now I’m Flyin’ Em In From Out Of State Pick ’em Up In A Camo Hummer
Still Off That St. Bernard Exit Down By The Lake
Still Pullin’ Up At Russell’s Just To Hand Out Free Eighth’s
Still Whippin’ A Big Body, Ain’t Slammin’ Brakes ’cause I’m Late
Still Courtside At The Pelican’s Game But They Won’t Say My Name
Blanco Leopardo, I’m The 7Th Ward Lord
The Chopper Never Jams, But I Still Use It As A Sword
Sneakin’ Into Cemeteries Like I Pre-ordered Death
I Fu*ked My Ex On A Grave, A Hand Popped Out, Grabbed Her Neck
Yeah, My Pimping Done Started A Fu*kin’ Zombie Outbreak (Yeah)
Told The Devil Not To Wait Up Because I’ma Be Out Late
Watch Out For The Sniper Shootin’ Cars When You’re Drivin’ Through The East
Ballys On My Feet, Down Here You Either Swim Or You Sink
East Bank Born And Raised But I’ve Been All Over (East Bank)
Catch Me Uptown At The Fly, I Don’t Think I Ever Been There Sober
Catch Me Downtown On The Stoop, I’m Usually There In October
Crossin’ Town In The Cullinan, I Know It Look Like A Rover (Uh)
Who That? Who That? I Ride Around With No Tint
Get The Gat, Get The Gat, Under The Seat Is A Mac-10
I Hear Pop Pop Pop Pop, And I Wake Up Sweatin’ Bullets
So I Moved Down Da Bayou Where It Ain’t So Fu*king Humid
Yeah, I’m Going Through It
All These Motherfu*kers Want Something From Me
These B!tches See I Got Money,
That’s Why They Gon’ Try And Fu*k Me (Haha, B!tch)
They Want A Kid In They Tummy But I Wrap It Up Like A Mummy
These Fu*king Greasy *s Ho*s, I Keep It Clean B!tch Don’t Touch Me (Ew)
So Many Blood Suckers Out Here, Slay ’em All Like I’m Buffy
What You Want From Me Baby? Why You Bein’ So Fussy?
Why Don’t You Go Down To Harrah’s And See If You Get Lucky?
If You See My Granny, Ask Her About Me, She’ll Say She Love Me
I Hope It Down For My People, Make Sure My Family Ain’t Broke
I Put On For My City, I’m 504 ’til I Croak
I Wanna Die In New Orleans, Yeah,
This Shit Ain’t A Joke (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
Just Cremate My Body And Then Lace The Blunt Before You Smoke
Yeah
Fu*k
Northside
East
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
Drag ’em To The River
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