| Yeah! |
| Ha ha
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| Have you noticed like,
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| When niggas go to the club there’s always,
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| This one knuckle head nigga always mean mugging and shit? |
| Huh.
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| You wanna, you wanna have contact with me.
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| Have contact with men.
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| All these bitches in here.
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| Faggot ass. |
| This for them hard head niggas, man.
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| Now I don' wanna come across as a boss, some type of mafia,
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| But these are my thoughts, they awful — I won’t argue witcha,
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| But see, I got a cause, a clause that I live by,
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| Keep the heater close because, I don’t want to die.
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| You see I’m from Detroit where they dump 'em off in cofins,
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| And often there’s assorted men with bullet holes departed him,
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| And I don’t want no parts of him, crazy complications,
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| So I keep the heater cocked up, incase of confrontation,
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| And I would just be faking if I said I wouldn’t erase him,
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| If he blatantly, tried to take away God’s creation
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Runnin' up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
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| (I'll kill me a muh-fucker)
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| Yeah look atchya now for runnin' ya mouth, stretched on the ground
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Ain’t no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin'
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| «I told you, don’t fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now.»
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| Now I’m ridin' through the city in the range with no tense,
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| Just to show these mother fuckers yes I aym a resident,
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| I ain’t stack up my pennies just to move out the city,
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| So if you got a problem with me, you should know where to get me,
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| Nigga’s kill who’s me — portraying that thug,
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| My nigga you’s a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs,
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| Before that hot piece of slug make it where you ain’t budgin',
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| don’t even nudge him it’s over for cousin, he caught a dozen,
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| Just for fuckin' with the wrong animaal,
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| Animated no more, off to hell, yes I’ll…
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Runnin' up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
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| (I'll kill me a muh-fucker)
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| Yeah look atchya now for runnin' ya mouth, stretched on the ground
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Ain’t no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin'
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| «I told you, don’t fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now.»
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| When I’m down in ATL, Stat Quo keep my fo-fo's so shorty know: Obie for real,
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| When I’m chillin' in LA, Dre keep my A-K's so I’m like an S-A from banging that
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| steal,
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| When I’m out in NYC, Fifty hold artilery for me, watch me shut down sun and
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| dunny,
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| Listen. |
| O-bizzle, hov the technizzle,
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| holding you neck if you, disrespect Dizzle,
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| Sizzle up tissue, missiles will not miss you,
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| maybe your mamma when that pistol upsniff you
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Runnin' up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
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| (I'll kill me a muh-fucker)
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| Yeah look atchya now for runnin' ya mouth, stretched on the ground
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| Ain’t no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin'
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| (I'll kill me a muh’fucker)
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| «I told you, don’t fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now.» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Me A Mutha, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп