Pistol And A Scale lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Hook]
A pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
A pistol and a scale, a mask and a sawnoff
A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
A pistol and a scale, make you b*tch n*ggas drop it off
A pistol and a scale (x3)
A mask and a sawnoff
A pistol and a scale (x3)
A mask and a sawnoff

[Verse 1]
I knew this cat, told his business to my dogs sister
He drive a benz truck, chrome rims with the wolfies
Had a house on the south side, black haven
Full of bricks of heroin, he got my dogs thinking
I told him get the information, find out where he play
Had one of them gals suck his di*k, and find out where he stay
I got the information then we put the plot in motion
Money and cut throat b*tches is the daily potion
Then he drank it and rocked to sleep, on the street
Ain't no nappers, walking lick, man buzzing in the hood like a rapper
n*gga crazier than the b*tch, must be high on the sh*t
Cuz if my pockets get low, I'ma try me a b*tch

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
We staked his house out for days
Pulled up in the driveway
Pulled up right behind his ass, with the pumps and AK's
Bust the window out the driver seat, snatched him out
And shot a .357 barrel in his mouth
Now will the money take us to the safe or
b*tch I swear to god, I'ma blow yo brains out hard
Tied him up, [?]
My n*gga threw him in the trunk with a bit of plastic
Took us to the spot that we knew about
2 n*ggas came out
One was waving a 9, my n*gga shot and took him out
n*gga started streaming out please don't kill me mane
Slapped him with the pistol across his head until we see brains
Uzi left the scene, 28 pounds of guns, 7 bricks of that boy, it was all good
Then we took that sh*t right back to the hood
Broke that sh*t down, and sold it in the hood

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
This a kick door, lay down on the floor
I want all the cheese and blow
Where the f*ck the weed at ho
Heard you n*ggas spot got everything like a corner store
So I guess I'm running in that b*tch like a corner store
Give it up, big boy straps in deck
This 40 got a n*gga in check
Gun to your neck, gon' chop to that, he a f*cking op
Choppa barrel, spitting fire like a dragon 50 shots
Ain't lagging, turn your mothaf*cking dress into a bloody mop
Where I'm from, you a pus*y if ya out here fronting
A Memphis n*gga selling drugs, mane that'll take ya something
Stuff for nothing, ain't no losses taking 40 fry ya like some bacon
n*ggas b boy sh*tting, n*gga, real n*ggas never fakin'
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