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Killer Mike - Home of the Brave lyrics
f/ Slimm Calhoun * send corrections to the typist [Big Boi] Yeah Its going all the way down Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch Cool and Dre on the track, run it [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed and often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz I'm sittin' on those dubs twins I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler I'll getcha [Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey we rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the brave home of the brave G A G A home of the brave [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe she work out fit like Taebo Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones shit wait I'm so old Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O. Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil You faggots do it for glory Y'alls just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and legal [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun] A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens talk bricks, keep an artist strapped Flame throwers got us hot in the spot wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe It's like all hell, block cells make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell What you know about the way the whales kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones Disrespect (?) little bows and I'll cock and explode up Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave [Chorus] [Killer Mike] So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit He the type to fuck a bitch rob that bitch's baby brother [Slimm Calhoun] And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers (?) blessing from sin New recrutes we in it again rap so hard we flippin' again walkin' dubs on the benz [Killer Mike] One, two, crack fiend three on boys street jeans Four full blown hit the scene five like trap (?) Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans rub her right she'll cream Fuck her right moan and scream killer kill out on (?) [Slimm Calhoun] Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons like 5 5 9 truck somethin' Two glock nines round dumpin' round my hip strap ain't jumpin' Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin' be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin' [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
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