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Killa Tay - So Serious lyrics
f/ Brotha Lynch Hung, Marvaless, Lunasicc * Thug Thisle version has a re-mastered beat and shorter ending [Killa Tay] I'm mastermindin the plot, you ???? the spot Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop I tote my heat, and hold my ground They know I clown Pistol whippin and strippin em Down to they riches, rapin they bitches Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin Hollow tips fire from all directions, leavin em wetted Yo pieces deleted from existence, don't make no difference I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger With a tre 8 caliber, fuckin em up like Algebra From Cali to Florida, call the coroner I'm missing in action, packin a full clip, for the bullshit I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face What's up now, ????? [Brotha Lynch Hung] Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch From the shit that get spit to take a lock on the dick Like a red nosed pick nigga I don't really give a shit about they life man Off that night train Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man And that's right man Leave em layin in the cut With they guts cut up what up Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so) Nigga, Mr. know where to be contacted Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'm actin When I'm packin I got my practice In, I'm off that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for) I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty Reverend like James, straight up strange Shootin range, twenty four feet Leave you off the earth with this heat Leave you in the street, human meat Believe me, I still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug) Put you in the back of the Coupe DeVille Take you to the alley, shoot to kill Fuck that I gotta buck back(Nigga) Fuck that(Nigga) I ain't goin out like no zombie Nigga smokin all that bomb weed You possess and yes, I'm strapped like tombstone Ready to pull out the Rafe, man, clackin wit Killa Tay Lunasicc, Marvaless [Chorus] Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol, chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti [Marvaless] Paper chase, but still credit to large accounts Survive by the ounce all in the mix Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it My niggaz is bout it For the love of the money and game Shakin you niggaz is funny It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit Cali niggaz find a ??? in, for the scrilla strictly ballin I figure a bitch nigga be the first to test The first to get blessed Not the one to stress I'm too complex And my mind-state, no contest Hot what I do so it takes a god to do what I must Never had no trust Cuz niggaz will snitch Go on some other shit real quick Scholar, bout that dollar, make you holla, make you feel it Drop wit Killa, we the realest Cali niggaz runnin the chain up [Lunasicc] Double C, the gangsta with the glock in the cut Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust Creepin with the mask, blast on any nigga that move Put my bitch in the back seat, cuz my AP need room I got a real crew of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger's Puttin em on they back like they drunk off liquor So throw them rags up If niggaz trippin, we catch em slippin, hold them 9's up Blast on they ass, flash on they ass Light my weed up, I like to get away high On the cut postin like Pac Niggaz scream til I die, I'm no lie [Chorus] - 2x |
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