Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seal It W/A Kiss, artist - Big Mike
Date of issue: 07.04.1997
Song language: English
Seal It W/A Kiss |
I got a thorn in my side and I wish someone would pull it |
I’m thinking about giving this motherfucker a bullet |
But I ain’t going out like that |
I got too much at stake |
To let myself be brought down by these snakes |
They fake |
And everybody know it |
Hell, they be tryin' they best not to show it |
But it coming out like sweat from they pores |
I sees 'em everywhere with these 5 dollar hoes |
Callin' for a war but they don’t want no trouble |
If I really had my way I’d spank that ass on the double |
These niggas mumble, Conversations with they partners |
But, they best-a take vacations |
Before the catch hot ones |
They whereabouts, I always know |
And little do they know I got niggas ready to blow up they homes |
But I’m-a tell my niggas to freeze that |
Ain’t no need to go to jail or hell behind these fucking thieves, black |
Fuck that (See these niggas ain’t right, it’s about time we all get hype) |
We’ll see 'em on the street when it’s meant to be when the time is right |
But until then, stay cool only time’ll tell |
When it’s time to make these motherfuckers raise up and bail |
Set sail |
Get the fuck up off the block nigga |
Or better yet, gimme what the fuck you got |
I want everything |
From the dope to G’s, expensive clothes, elbows in vogues and Lexus keys |
We sendin' letters to bitches who were about to get-get it |
Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it |
Let it |
Be your first fuckin' lesson |
Zero tolerance for niggas disrespecting leather connections… |
Now I hear they got several niggas out to get me |
Puttin' out hits G, but to me they talkin' shit, see |
Cause they ain’t holdin' a motherfuckin' thing |
Neither him, his hood or his motherfucking gang |
They let gunshots ring |
Every day and every night |
But they ain’t hittin' shit, cause they ain’t hittin' Mike |
They try with all their might, but I watch 'em all fall, big or small |
I’m-a fade 'em all, fool |
Call me crazy but I don’t give a damn |
It’s obvious to me, that they don’t know who I am, cause see |
Them payback niggas don’t go for no losses |
I do some wicked ass shit and watch niggas fall in coffins, often |
So don’t try and test the Black, my knock |
I bust back into the motherfuckin' ??New Jack? |
I stack |
Every night and every day |
And don’t give a damn to what these hoe-ass niggas say |
(chorus 2nd version) |
We’re sending letters to bitches who were about to get-get it |
Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it |
Let it |
Be your first fucking lesson |
Zero tolerance for disrespect leather connections |
I’m exing |
These motherfuckers out like wrong answers |
Get a grip, I got a hold on your ass like cancer |
Make 'em dance, I make niggas do gymnastics |
Pull and try to cash this |
Set 'em down in caskets, yeah |
It’s been a whole year and I still ain’t fall down |
My shit still circulate through y’all town |
It’s a small town but, compared to other cities |
It really don’t matter cause the situation’s still shitty |
Or will they get the motherfucking picture |
And if I shoot and miss, then I’m-a have to get ya, hit ya |
With something real, something harder to steal |
Something serious nigga, that I know you’ll feel, now |
How many motherfuckers gonna fall when I come around |
How many motherfuckers like y’all gonna hear the sound |
I thunder on your motherfucking back |
Like a whip when I flip |
You’ll hear that bitch crack your back |
You bitch ass niggas don’t want no static |
I’ll leave you feenin' like an addict when I work my magic |
It’s like voodoo |
Coming from that swamp |
I might do you |
You’ll get your ass stomped |
(repeat 2nd chorus) |