Text: Trick Daddy. Book Of Thugs: AK Versus 47. Kill Your Ass.
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
Some little boney motherfucker
You killed my homie motherfucker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
And you probably gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probably gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga
Ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
'Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons
Most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a fuck about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to
But ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping
Niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I gives a fuck that you getting do
I gives a fuck bout your hoe
Gives a fuck bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained
And slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas who want to smoke
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing or no motherfucking macking
Just me and my workers in a circle
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round
'Cause if they is I got to hurt ya and if it's worth it we'll dirt ya
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared and you gonna get it
And I can feel yo ass
Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
Some little boney motherfucker
You killed my homie motherfucker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
And you probably gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probably gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga
Ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
'Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons
Most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a fuck about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to
But ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping
Niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I gives a fuck that you getting do
I gives a fuck bout your hoe
Gives a fuck bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained
And slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas who want to smoke
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing or no motherfucking macking
Just me and my workers in a circle
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round
'Cause if they is I got to hurt ya and if it's worth it we'll dirt ya
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared and you gonna get it
And I can feel yo ass
Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass
(Say what?)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
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