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Author
Robin Herrera
Uploaded
September 05, 2003
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Story behind the song
chillin muzic
Lyrics
some things are different.
this fa da,
real killaz,
the onez that they call the crazy blood spillaz,
but who's real'a , shit i smell pussy, on one of these ngas,
is it you, speak fast while i'm holding this trigga,
if not , flat on ya azz bleeding i will leave ya.
when it comez to being gangzta, shit, ima believa ,
neva leave a victim alive , i will deacease ya,
defeat ya , got the new nine with the new hidden features,
it'll make a nga run his brand new nike sneaker,
if you a white nga then guve me yo' addidas,
Follow the flow cuz my spit is the leader,
follow a leader that'll turn around and heat ya with the heater,
come on bitch, it's hazardous , who the fucks meaner,
hit'ya with 'da wit'da milli meter, shaking so much, it look like a seizure,
shit i'll be damn , if i C a preacher,exorcizt look alike, that's when i C'h'er
so i said iight, looking fa somehting to lean on,
grilling all the fagz, passing by wearing neon,
and phsyco bitches, the onez that like to get pee'd on,
but that's not my stile, ima a dristy chanz'ez pheen, don
this dirty mothatfucka so dirty ,
he'll shut down a cleaner,
sit up on a toilet , take a fucking meaner,
and let you know ,. that you a gona,
when you smell the aroma of my stank persona,
i'll say hi to you nga, then shut the fuck up,
spit out ya wallet, and ya green bud,
a grimey nga, ya own sella stuck you up,
yeah bitch, i ain't a crip or blood
but i rock red, and i don't give a fuck,
so why should you,
i'm talking to this nga and his whole damn crew,
i'm bout to pull the triggar run a ron de vuz,
one two, three times around you,
shit watch the blood , floow and sorround you,
shit i got ya chest , i'm focused on wrong view,
shit you ain't know, i'm trying C the spine beneath you,
leave ya missing body parts, the worms can't even eat you.
a sphyco nga, eve ifou curse ima bleep you,
catch you everywhere, anywhere i will defeat ya.
pussy nga, you love songs cuz i feed you,
the shit you need in ya brain fa ya azz to act leathal,
like steven seagal, fucking bitch, with ya cocky ass style,
run with me , and gunz i'll go pow,
don't think about it son, do ya shit now,
tie ya sneakers, hold the hat down,
turn around nga run like a clown,
you fucking pussy, you should be wearing a gown,
let me find a puddle, still i make ya ass drown,
my only destination is to make sure you down,
mothefuck'a, death to me nga, if i'm playing around,
afta this spit ,you gon' C me walk around, lows eyes,
nasty frown, it's a grill nga, he taking you down,
he got a gun in his pocket, bout to shoot this clown,
nga' nobody gon' be laughing now, you asking how, nga ima pap they mouf,
straight out the gutter , ima show ya what a gat is about.
a real mothefuck a, with a dirty mouf,
fucked up, i'll fuck a bitch in ya familiez couch,
C ya popz riffing, when he C' the nut coming out,
desrespecting, nga' you want it now,
then expect it , i've alwayz been negleted,
with me the nga'z tested, i 'cn them nga's rested.
on the floor, gasping , showing gut'z and chestless,
cuz they tried spitting fire, against hazardouz,
then i shut em' , they held inside,human combustion kid,
and erruption to the struction , me and my assumptionz,
leadz me to victory, while ya azzz bluffing.
