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Killa Tay - I See Faces lyrics
f/ Mississippi [Killa Tay] Take it, how you want it, tre deep gettin blunted, in a circle Purple haze, got me in a daze, evil ways We blaze back to back, puttin' it down L.A. to Sac Cali 'til I die bitch, all about my scrilla scratch Fuck a hoe fa' sho', unless she tryin to do some dirt I got to patch it down, wit' a triple deuce Another strap up under the shirt, see She might fuck one of the homies But I cant sweat that, pussy got more miles than Southwest Airlines Walkin' like a penguin, but she bringin home Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game Same, shit different day Hit the liquor store, spend it, it wasnt my intention, but end up swervin' Cause I'm pervin', servin', corners, on the way to pick this broad up Po-po see mobbin, a nigga done fucked around and got caught up But aint tryin' to see no jail cell Still aint got no L's, but fool I got my strap And a zip of hydro weed, I'm kied down for the high speed in a V8, automatic shakin' the P's Like Dukes of Hazard, murder gettin' colder, moves up tonight Im lettin' 'em have it, murder aint nothin' but a thang to me, we just some thugs On the grind, livin' dangerously I cut my perm off, switched up my name again Nuts danglin, cant trust this game I'm in, the shit is faulty So a nigga be on the down low, off indo Same shit different day, young killa tay Gettin' that cash flow, we riders [chorus: Mississippi] I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me [Killa Tay] See I scheme and plot, on my dreams in life sometimes I wake up to gun shots Aimed at me, I never claimed to be, to great to touch I'm livin' dangerously, and aint nobody to trust I'm doin way too much, but I dont give a fuck we can keep it real, and get 'em up, or we can buck No love lost, you know I never been a punk Better hide your newborn, if your family got funk It's on, watch your front, watch your back cause I be creepin from the blindside Peelin caps, got 'em sleepin with they lights on thus runnin through your house Like a cyclone, duck and cover but I pop 'em like a rubber in the process low profile No smiles, wild, wild west, we shoot 'em up, on every track, murder mind every time, Make 'em take it back, hit rewind til its broke, we smoke rope I got the plug Now my folks got the most dope, around March of 97's when the drop hits But all my niggas still flippin' new outfits, im tryin' to get a grip Ballin' like a 1st round draft pick, fuck what you heard about, nigga This is cash click, bitch!, down and dirty 'til I get rich I, wet 'em up like liquids when I spit this lyrical sickness (my evil ways) [chorus] [Killa Tay] Mr. Mafioso, thats what they call me, style hella saucy, back the fuck up off me They die if they cross me, death is what they ask fo', fuck wit my cash flow Blast your ass, and bend the block, be prepared when it cock, 'cause I never miss I'm the type of nigga, make a white man prejudice, keep it underground Never switchin' up on you, bring your strap and some scratch if you come to California 'Cause money talks, bullshit walks, and hoes gaffle, west coast mafia Ballin wit no askin, busters in my mix, actin hard, nigga give me that, get the game twisted, I'ma smoke 'em like a 50 sack, never shed a tear Even when my close folks died, but aint no tellin when its time for a homicide Retaliation is a must where I come from, me and my nigga Sip be lettin' 'em have it So if you want some, come get some [chorus] |
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