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Hip Hop
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,764
Peak in subgenre #2,488
Author
Burnout and Mfresh
Uploaded
March 03, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
imma kill this kid, turn this round to a murder case..
you aint winnin this dawg, this aint a fuckin turtle race..
then hurt ya face, cap ya dome like you wearin a fitted..
this a grown man battle who are you kiddin?
imma down this kid like im drinkin on water
you cant swallow beef wit me like you got eatin disorders
ya half ass lines aint gettin you quarters
put this kid to sleep, kidnapped like iraqi reporters
i got magnums to rip ya chest like you chokin on wine
ridin on blades? imma leave you opened up spine
shoula declined like ya credit, you aint swipin the win
aint gettin "dubs" against B, whether its writin or spittin
so you an ant? i step on you makin you down to earth
then squash your hopes and dreams like you got clowned since birth
what you really need to do before you can get with me
is work at fuckin pizza hut and work on ya delivery
and maybe if ya lucky you can get some tips
but imma take it all away wit ma hollow tips
ya aimin fo my money? hommie imma pop ya lids
make ya disappear like honey, i shrunk the kids
this dawg aint bussin caps even if name was ress
and the only 2pac ya heard is when I aim at ya chest
play with the best, nigga, youll get holes like a throwback
coz ma tek got more shots than a disposable kodak
but i dont hold back, homie i just keep on sprayin
get on ya knees start prayin, coz we know that ya dead once the beat starts playin
and my aim so precies unlike that nigga who shot fifty
Imma take away ya life, get popped more than britney
take ya phat like whitney and homie after im done
im leavin bones like weezy and take cash's money..ONE!
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