Jim Crow in the flesh
If you can't escape then don't test me
'Finna put this shit to rest
Killas cut off and hand you ya testes
Niggas running and tellin' they besties
I ain't scared of no smoke come and test me
Got a new Mac 11 been waiting to try it in any nigga tryna best
Me
F*ck it I just might run with that sack too
Got the belt if you showing yo ass fool
My gun hot and ready fast food
Had a hand in it you might get clapped too
Niggas on the track sounding like baboons, huh
Sounding like garbage
I shoot first ask second I don't give a damn my reputation tarnished
Still not convicted of shit
Changing my life for the better make sure all my money legit
Count it up accurate get all the money right then spread the wealth to my clique
Give me a reason
Nigga it's coon huntin' season
Snitching and you'll get found guilty of treason
Pull up on you with the broom get to sweeping
Hair trigger on it dog we get to squeezing
Hit him in the lung we leaving his wheezing
He miss a payment we pushing his knees in
Hit him with the pepper but he ain't sneezing
Jim Crow dog it's coon hunting season
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Jim Crow in the flesh
If you can't escape then don't test me
'Finna put this shit to rest
Killas cut off and hand you ya testes
Niggas running and tellin' they besties
I ain't scared of no smoke come and test me
Got a new Mac 11 been waiting to try it in any nigga tryna best
Me
F*ck it I just might run with that sack too
Got the belt if you showing yo ass fool
My gun hot and ready fast food
Had a hand in it you might get clapped too
Niggas on the track sounding like baboons, huh
Sounding like garbage
I shoot first ask second I don't give a damn my reputation tarnished
Still not convicted of shit
Changing my life for the better make sure all my money legit
Count it up accurate get all the money right then spread the wealth to my clique
Give me a reason
Nigga it's coon huntin' season
Snitching and you'll get found guilty of treason
Pull up on you with the broom get to sweeping
Hair trigger on it dog we get to squeezing
Hit him in the lung we leaving his wheezing
He miss a payment we pushing his knees in
Hit him with the pepper but he ain't sneezing
Jim Crow dog it's coon hunting season
If you can't escape then don't test me
'Finna put this shit to rest
Killas cut off and hand you ya testes
Niggas running and tellin' they besties
I ain't scared of no smoke come and test me
Got a new Mac 11 been waiting to try it in any nigga tryna best
Me
F*ck it I just might run with that sack too
Got the belt if you showing yo ass fool
My gun hot and ready fast food
Had a hand in it you might get clapped too
Niggas on the track sounding like baboons, huh
Sounding like garbage
I shoot first ask second I don't give a damn my reputation tarnished
Still not convicted of shit
Changing my life for the better make sure all my money legit
Count it up accurate get all the money right then spread the wealth to my clique
Give me a reason
Nigga it's coon huntin' season
Snitching and you'll get found guilty of treason
Pull up on you with the broom get to sweeping
Hair trigger on it dog we get to squeezing
Hit him in the lung we leaving his wheezing
He miss a payment we pushing his knees in
Hit him with the pepper but he ain't sneezing
Jim Crow dog it's coon hunting season
Writer: Deanthony Tutman
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