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The Kaze - Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics
Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) These niggaz got me fucked up These niggaz got me fucked up These niggaz got me fucked up [These hoes got me fucked up] These niggaz got me fucked up These niggaz got me fucked up These niggaz got me fucked up [These niggaz got me fucked up] Project Pat [DJ Paul]: The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all Triple Six don' came up when I was in the pen y'all Weak rappin', lip flappin' niggaz, make 'em suck a dick Project Pat, I'm in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin' shit Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis Kidnappin' muthafuckaz, stick a burl in his lips Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world Blew his ass off, body floppin' with the bloody curls Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love Suckaz like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs Scrubs talkin' shit, just like hoes when I ain't, lookin' All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken Lookin' for some back up, trick you just star prayin' Project never slack so, bitch I'ma start sprayin' Layin' muthafuckaz in the ground, show 'em how I clown [Them hoes gon' die tonight man] It's whatever man, you know I'm down Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) [ScanMan] Watch, yourself, or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death Bendin' red, from the blood you bled, spittin' from your head Let 'em burn, cause you fucked with this, killeristic clique With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a killa bitch One, Two, Three, Four Wrap your hand arond his throat Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly 'Til he starts to gasp for beathe Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body But it's lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children So, now the end is near ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail It's my 9 to your door So fuck your friends and your foes So now you feel me, nigga Now tell me who's the fuckin' killa behind the trigga It's Scan fuckin' Man, with the demons crazed in his soul But you bitches still don't hear me though, so... Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) [MC Mack] Playa hatin' cross the nation, got me facin' situations So many so called friends washed down the drain, through trial and tribulations Hastin', wastin' all your time, tryin' to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack What all my boys don' done, it's did, bet these hollow tips got my back Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack, whether it's either fact or fiction Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique, got all you hoes in stitches Never tryin' to brag or boast but whoever closest to you, gon' suffer the most I earn my fame and fortune, gettin' respect bitch, coast to coast For you cluckers it's true I hate ya, I won't bown down to nay nigga I don' came to far to look back now trick You couldn't fade me with some clippers Tryin' to tempt my fuckin' flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin' open like an affection Crumb snatchin', paper chasin', I'm doin' whatever to reach the top It's your name that gotta get scratched Yes it's your ass that gotta get popped Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that's fucked up |
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