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Da Hol 9 - I Know You Seen Us lyrics
[Hook: Kaos] I can make you rich up Of ya wildest dreams The hol' nina, choppin niggas Necks off like NU teams Now that he in this, he's the meanest Suckin pro teena's on my penis Come on baby I know you seen us [Verse 1: Kemo] Pacin back and forth, lookin out my peephole And chasin to the porch, man where did that jeep go? Man where did my peeps go? 3, 4 Niggas off in the bushes all in the mount to get my c-notes All of em out to get lil' Kemo But if they touch me, I'm comin back to get my shit like reef-o Bully them hood cats like Deebo spit darts, rip apart ya amphrum structure, when I touch ya Diamond clustas, Trey in custa Princess cut berries like treasures, so heads I had to severe Nigga it's whateva whateva, the way you die I choose Channel 5 eye witness news, die when ya snooze At the bottom, of the river, I deliver below zero temperature Make ya shiver, make ya quiver, like a dope fiend Pro teena's comin up out my penis, fill up arenas Hang niggas like clothes straight out the cleaners Accumulatin felony misdemeanors, I know you seen us.... [Kemo - talking] That's how its goin down can you dig it? Ay Kaos, let these muthafuckas know where we Comin from derty [Hook] [Verse 2: Kemo] SUCK DICK BITCH! I'm from that Hol' nina type like rings on swoll fingas Make Bond like James in Goldfinger Smokin that shit that's so green-a Saint souls, no hoes like Soul singas Young niggas hella from the ghetto Playin niggas out like a cello, talkin ya bitch out of stilettos Neva let go of my hood dreams Constantly findin myself involved in these hood schemes Went from servin hood fiends (Ay derty that probably was a good thing) Niggas with burnas don't concern ya, well I'ma make ya quick learners Takin that drama to a bitch Kerna Straight from pound then to a big sternum Greedy for green, that's why shit turn us And you gon learn from being soft spoken We keep the law broken, I hear heart I bust yo jaw open And Kurt Warner support Oakland, eyes open Focus on you lil' tricks that fly them hoes in [Hook] [Verse 3: Kemo] I, pick up a pen and pad Pull up a chair and scribble shit to make you niggas mad I fin'lly had it up to herre wit bitches Problem is figurin which is, the right bitches The bitch without three 6's Goin against my mother's best wishes Y'all niggas tryin to wash mine but ya sink is full of dirty dishes Knockin me down from tryin to get my riches You claim to be my homie yet you roll them ove-y oldie figures Brain like a 40 Clover as I pick it I'm comin up blank, when I think nigga in figures I didn't die man, but still I'm capsizin In the river, feel the water pressure swell up my liver Try not to swallow nigga, hah ain't nuttin but air in esophagus I do it to collide in my guts, to reach the top of the Mississippi, pack my Pabala, who wit me? Niggas we went from them blocks back down to 50's Wearin jeans too big to fit me Soon as I think I'm too big for the city, they'll send them feds to come and get me I can make it simple right now, gun to my temple and "Pow" That'd be the end of me, but I don't wanna get my enemy's the satisfaction That's the only thing that keep me from blastin my spot up off the map and That's why I'm rappin, I tell ya if it wasn't for this shit My own be moanin and shit, cuz I'd be gone in a ditch Alone in this bitch, we'd quit the microphone in this bitch Soon as I hear my lic I'm gon be ownin this shit....... [Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos 3- Buck Bam Sham] 1- Fuck these niggas dogg 2- Ay ay hit the track man Cut the track off 1- Fuck these bitch ass niggas dogg I'm tellin you dogg! 2- It's all to the goody nigga 1- They can't fuck wit us derty! 3- What nigga 2- Niggas just don't know that's why It's Da Hol' 9 1- DA HOL' 9 NIGGA! 3-Bi-atch! 2- NEXT TRACK DICK-FACE! |
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