Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halloween, artist - Koopsta Knicca. Album song De Inevitable, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mindz
Song language: English
Halloween |
| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga |
| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga |
| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow |
| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes |
| I got a letter in the mail, it’s my brother up in jail |
| In the back it’s Kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills |
| If I pay him I’ll be broke, I got costs up in court |
| I’ve got house rent and car notes, I’m gon' have to sell some dope |
| If I don’t then man I lose, number one in ghetto rules |
| I’m about to act a fool, though I’m tryin' to keep my cool |
| Kids in school so I think I’m gon' have to rob a bank |
| Meditation of a stang, I’m about to bring the pain |
| On the walls the plans I drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em |
| I don’t really want to do it, but to mell it’s nothing to it |
| If they move then bitch they dead, 'cause I’m scoping with that red |
| Children please don’t get mislead, 'cause we fucking with the feds |
| Yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping |
| Then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping |
| Guilty your honor no, I didn’t mean to cut her throat |
| Fucking trials and tribulations when a nigga trying to come up in this hoe |
| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga |
| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga |
| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow |
| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes |
| Out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own |
| What type of friend gonna tell me «hear, don’t come no more»? |
| Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I’m under stress |
| Fresh with no patience for no job, so nigga pack your vest |
| Raise up off this pit 'fore I click and you’ll be fucked with |
| 10 in Memphis, it’s a curfew, guess who’s runnin' shit |
| I want them ends, dividends, don’t make me stress the fact |
| Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back |
| Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window |
| Pay the cost, drop it off, don’t make a move hoe |
| Though I’m thinking to myself «this is a deadly sin» |
| Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in |
| I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley |
| Fuck you niggas acting silly, shit, you’ll get sprayed |
| Don’t need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid |
| Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways |
| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga |
| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga |
| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow |
| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes |
| The Koopsta Knicca’s a cap peeler |