Steel Sisters Album: Danger on the Street

How Tigresa Does It (Tigresa Solo)

Little girl: She once was a bad girl from around the way. OT. But you should not...

OT: Bitch, shut the fuck up. Get the fuck outta here. Beat it. Hey Pantera?

OP: Wassup?

OT: Gimmie a bomb ass intro.

OP: What the fuck is up(up), here's the place to be(be). Coming on the mic is O muthafuckin T(T). Pantera's on the beat(beat) with Simba on the cut(cut). Listen up close while we rip shit up(shit up, shit up)

**Music begins**
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Well I'm OT, I got talents galore
You may have a lot of talent but I got much more
Wit a whole lot friends, we too legit
OT, muthafukas cold running shit
'Cause I'm a hip-hop black queen, I used to be a thug queen
Since I used to live in Compton, you think that I'm a drug queen
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a *POW*
The music I'm ripping, the boys are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, adjusting the pitches The money that I make,I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A bad ass girl cold roaming the streets
As you listen to my song, I'm supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a big black girl having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Here gunshots, you ask what was it
You know I'm gonna show you how Tigresa does it

I was knocking muthafukas out
OP: What's your name girl
OT: Mighty Mighty OT
[Play, play that shit.]
Where we live now?
OT: Hooptie hoop Inglewood.
OP: And where were we born?
OT: Compton
OP: Yeah

OT: Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the foolz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuck
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll and make money 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking they money and was itching for mo'
Along came Laymar with hair of azul
She got jealous and call me a fool
If Laymar wanna last then she better think fast. We took out guns and I said "Lets go". She shot *pow* *pow* then I shot *rat-tat-tat-tat* as you can see I cold smoked the hoe. (ha ha)

Chorus

Because I'm a big black girl having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Here gunshots, you ask what was it
You know I'm gonna show you how Tigresa does it

OT: Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
OP: Muthafuking Tigresa does it
OT: But how does she do it
OP: Tigresa does it just like
OT: STOP
OP: Girl, whatcha gonna do now?

OT: Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the fool on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my boy to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The prick was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for him like caring when he's sick
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the prick
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my boy wit my uzi machine
Kicked down his door and started to blast
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked his ass.

Chorus
Because I'm a big black girl having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Here gunshots, you ask what was it
You know I'm gonna show you how Tigresa does it

Talking

From around the way, born in '81
OT in the house just having fun
It's 2001 now, '81's obselete
A girl wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, You betta run for cover
Word to the muthafuker

[ May 15, 2001: Message edited by: Orochi Tigresa ]

That was funky and tight, OT. Great work!! Read dis good stuff bruthaz! <IMG SRC="smilies/cool.gif" border="0">

Nobody Moves, Nobody get hurt f/ LAPD.

OT: Yo Pantera, you're ready to go get this money?
OP: You damn right girl.
OT: You're strapped?
OP: Yeah, you know it.
OT: Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
OP: Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves
*pow*
["Alright everybody..."]

OT: This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down.
Pantera gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name's Tigresa, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my sis just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit
and no sucker ass nigga gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a flannel shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

Chorus
Both: Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt *pow*
(repeat 4X)

OP: Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off

OP: Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Spot a hunk in shades and I'm crying hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the hunk I'm peepin
and then untie the boy, so I can start creepin
Took him to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the fool, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and take off your vest!"
Wow! That boy had a big ol' chest
I said: "Damn", I know that I want him
Only thought in my mind, was gettin' up on him
The next part made me sick
He took his undies down and the guy had no dick!
I was so mad my eyes began to twitch
What I thought was a man, was nothing but a bitch
Put the gat to her belly, all the way up her shirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so

[Chorus]
Both: Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt *pow*
(repeat 4X)

OT: I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot

OT: Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks
Yo Pantera, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
OP: Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?
OT: Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five of ya niggaz are comin with me
Police: Allright, Allright, come out ladies, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in
OT: Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
and take some "bones" along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!
OP: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun
Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
or else the tear gas is about to blast
OP: I ran to the back and Tigresa followed behind
to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin
with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but We were suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause OT and OP were finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is

Chorus
Both: Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt *pow*
(repeat 4X)

OT: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards

OP: Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again

Note: The first few songs were previously written and are being copied and pasted.

Next up: Gang Banging(Pantera's posting that one).

[ May 10, 2001: Message edited by: Orochi Tigresa ]

another cool OT masterpiece!
must read for every1!

nice going! excellent shit!

Thanks. I decided to discontinue the E-man fic cuz of lack of motivation. So I ask this, anybody wanna be written in any future raps by me or OP? BTW, Should the background music you hear go with the first or seconds song?