CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Name On It
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
Pipe that sh*t up, TNT
Them young n***as catch bodies like T.O
We see 12, we break ankles, like Pro Bowl
Bullets had his name on 'em
How he gone run when them bullets got his name on 'em
He got murked in the project bush, spraypaint his name on 'em
I wanna leave the streets but it got my name on 'em
L-O-V-E, you make me wanna tat' your name on me
She was still here when I'an have a penny, she ain't change on me
Oh that's your b*t*h? back in the day, we had ran a train on her
Your momma on crack, daddy doing 10
Inked up his body, he tryna stay out the pen'
He was sipping [?], his unc' be going on Henn'
And his funds low, so he ready to cross his kin'
And his pockets low, so he ready to off his friend
Put a .45 on 'em, turn them from boys to men
Know he a snake, he might cry when he try to grin
His main hoe named "Mercedes", he can't afford a 'Benz
Raw-dogged a freak from the hood, not knowing what she gave him
He was tryna pay them to murk them, not knowing that they paid them
He ready for death, but they can't step, he ain't do nothing but graze him
inside that bush until it get A.M
He told his jit he can do anything he wanna
Jack don't tell on that n***a
I 'member seeing [?] on them jiggers
ride in hood, he went wild with that pistol
Jail made him a punk, but in the streets he was a killer
Start snortin' Coke, I 'member he was drinking Dr. Pepper
make his sides burn (sideburn) like he was Elvis
f**k n***a with some money, I take his b*t*h, now he was jealous
40 with the d**k, I'ma pee on a b*t*h like R.Kelly
Pipe that sh*t up, TNT
Them young n***as catch bodies like T.O
We see 12, we break ankles, like Pro Bowl
Bullets had his name on 'em
How he gone run when them bullets got his name on 'em
He got murked in the project bush, spraypaint his name on 'em
I wanna leave the streets but it got my name on 'em
L-O-V-E, you make me wanna tat' your name on me
She was still here when I'an have a penny, she ain't change on me
Oh that's your b*t*h? back in the day, we had ran a train on her
Your momma on crack, daddy doing 10
Inked up his body, he tryna stay out the pen'
He was sipping [?], his unc' be going on Henn'
And his funds low, so he ready to cross his kin'
And his pockets low, so he ready to off his friend
Put a .45 on 'em, turn them from boys to men
Know he a snake, he might cry when he try to grin
His main hoe named "Mercedes", he can't afford a 'Benz
Raw-dogged a freak from the hood, not knowing what she gave him
He was tryna pay them to murk them, not knowing that they paid them
He ready for death, but they can't step, he ain't do nothing but graze him
inside that bush until it get A.M
He told his jit he can do anything he wanna
Jack don't tell on that n***a
I 'member seeing [?] on them jiggers
ride in hood, he went wild with that pistol
Jail made him a punk, but in the streets he was a killer
Start snortin' Coke, I 'member he was drinking Dr. Pepper
make his sides burn (sideburn) like he was Elvis
f**k n***a with some money, I take his b*t*h, now he was jealous
40 with the d**k, I'ma pee on a b*t*h like R.Kelly
