Lyrics
These nigguz got me pissed, it’s time to K-Swiss
Taking out my hit list, fucc fightin’ with fists
These nigguz got me pissed, it’s time to K-Swiss
I sent thirty seven slugs, not one of them missed,
I’m just a loc, I’ll grab you by the throat if you provoke
Then watch you disappear in a cloud of pistol smoke
This ain’t no joke, ‘til my death I’m a rep Trench Coat
Killing you ain’t enough, I’m a kill ya kinfolk
I heard you thought you were hard, ‘til I caught you off guard
Park the car, run up on ya playin ball in the yard
More than leaving you scarred when you hear the gloc sound
I pop rounds, Generals and Commanders drop down
I walk around, with a chip on my shoulder
A clip, in the toaster, ‘cause I’m fittin to roast ya
Step up and approach ya, pull the shit from my holster
Then BAMM!! Another dead foothills soldier
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Please, we ain’t scared of you
This is Trench Coat Mob, nigga, fucc your crew
Please, we ain’t scared of you
This is Trench Coat Mob, nigga, fucc your crew
I’ve been stalking you and your peeps for weeks as you sleep
Ya’ll cant even compete, you beat and meet defeat
Talk is cheap, I’m knowin where you and your homies be
In times of war, heads get tore, fucc diplomacy
These are punk thugs fuccin around with criminals
I’m a pump slugs at Captains, Lieutenants, and Generals
Bust your mugs, stab your abs and genitals
Put your ass in the dirt, get returned to minerals
Take out your infantry, first and second battalion
Big Happy ain’t shit to me, you’s a colt I’m a stallion
I would snatch your medallions but your ass is got none
You’s a fat fuccin bitch, you must weigh a half a ton
Pacc heat like the sun, now battle has begun
By the dozens I’m killin your loved ones
Like fanatic Muslims, aunts, uncles and cousins
Leave your mom without a son or a fuccin husband
If you wanna survive, thrive and stay alive
I suggest you move to the other side of I-25
I coincide with nigguz who ride, know where you reside so you can’t hide
Many tried but died, bringin the beef is suicide
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It’s that nigga that will rip apart your six pacc
From chest to navel, so I suggest you get bacc
I’m sicc blacc, and I ain’t down with this chit chat
I’ll grab you by the necc and give you a break like it was Kit-kat
Whiplash, plus a case of kicced ass
Put my chrome up to your dome and push your shit bacc
Fucc around with me get your whole family kidnapped
Choice City reppin, never half steppin, so don’t forget that
Beef with my girl, get your ass bitch smacced
You tried hella hard but you couldn’t hit that
It’s no surprise, your diccs the size of a fuccin tic-tac
Pulverize your franchise, so I suggest you get bacc
Move, ducc an dodge, putt on your camouflage
Me and my dogs will sabotage your entourage
With a constant barrage of hollow points and chainsaws
Take notes of your flaws, slit the throats of all a ya’lls.
Fucc the gauze and stitches, these bitches can’t be saved,
Act brave, and get sent to an early grave
Put my tech to your fade, leave your face concaved
Your dogs told me where you stayed, feel betrayed as the bullets sprayed
Ya’ll ain’t got no traccs, you can’t retaliate on wax
Can’t fight less nine of your homeboys got your bacc
Ya’ll are wacc, don’t make me die of a laugh attacc
This is my city now, and ya’ll can’t have it bacc
You faggots toting plastic gats. What’s that? B.B. guns
I bring the real heat, making Sean and Stevie run
And Dan and Sam too, don’t think that I forgot you
Ya’ll ain’t soldiers, your sissies, dressed up in gangster costumes
Who shot ya? I got ya, handle my shit proper
I’m a mobster, known to slaughter all imposters
Checc your rosters, ya’ll ain’t got shit to offer
So one by one you’ll disappear like Jimmy Hoffa
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