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Obie Trice - Kill Me a Mutha lyrics
[Scarface sample] I told you, don't fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now Yeah, ha ha, have you noticed like When niggas go to the club, it's always It's one knucklehead nigga always mean mugging and shit Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me Have contact with men, all these bitches in here Faggot ass, these for them hard head niggas man [1st verse] Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with ya But see, I got a cause a clause, that I live by Keep the heater close because I don't want to die You see I'm from Detroit where they dump 'em off in coffins And often there's assorted men where bullets holes departed him And I don't want no parts of them, crazy complications So I keep the heater cocked up in case of confrontation And I would just be fakin if I said I wouldn't erase him If he blatantly, tried to take away God's creation [Chorus] I'll kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released I'll kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground I'll kill me a muthafucka Ain't no way you can stop it, on that hot shit, we can get it popping I'll kill me a muthafucka {I told you, don't fuck with me, stupid fuck, running ya mouth} [2nd verse] Now I'm riding through the city in a Range with no tints Just to show these muthafuckas yes I am a resident I ain't stack up my pennies just to move out the city So if you got a problem with me you should know where to get me Niggas kills me, portraying that thug My nigga, you's a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs Before that hot piece of slug make you where you ain't budging Don't even nudge him, it's over for cousin, he caught a dozen Just for fucking with the wrong animal Animated no more, off to hell, yes I [Chorus] [3rd verse] When I'm down in ATL Stat Quo keep my fo'fo' So shawty know Obie for real When I'm chilling in L.A. Dre keep my AK, so I'm like an esse When banging that steel When I'm out in NYC 50 hold artillery for me Watch me shut down son and dunny Listen, O-bizzle, hold the Tek-nizzle Holding ya neck if you, disrespect Bizzle Sizzle up tissue, missles will not miss you Maybe ya momma, when that pistol uplifts you [Chorus] |
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