Phone Patch lyrics

by

Styles P


[Ty Shaun (via phone)]
Yo..
Yo, this Ty Shaun, man
Word to mutha, man
AKA Ty Nitty
AKA William P. Holla
Man, this my n*gga Clue
(Shout Outs)
You know how we do this man
Word to mutha, man
Yo... Yo...

[Ty Shaun]
It's desert storm motherf*cker, hit the floor, times up
No question entertainment got ya cap lined up
I bag for chips big guns and fly whips
b*tches with bright red lips and wide hips
Who crazed with thugged-out n*ggas with long di*ks
I'ma mad man, you can call me a convict
Gunnin n*ggas down and I'm known for ice picks
My cliques some iced out n*ggas who bomb sh*t
Desert storm, catch your bodies in bare arms
Ty Nitty run the city, but Clue is the don
QU diplomats, throwin slugs at y'all
n*ggas floor skirts and clap pom poms
Tranvets and wearing ya thong thongs
I'm spittin' from the heart tearin' n*ggas apart
Sixteen bars is like sixteen thugs
Blow a hole in your face and mail your family the parts
Motherf*cker!
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue... The Professional... Part 2
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