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ap. 9 - some other shit كلمات الأغنية

west coast mafia
100 percent
mob figgaz n’ real n-ggas
we m-o-b l-i-f-e
my n-gga ap9
bgeezy
food free
k!lla tay trick

[k!lla tay]
i never hearda these fools
i’m quick to murder these fools
dude if you hop off on this gangsta sh-t
study the rules
or get bl–dy and bruised
tied up jacked and kidnapped
my fo thugs wit no love savagely raising big straps
we git em lloyd
trigga finga itchy like the hemmroids
snap you like a poloriod
somebody better hol’ja boy
flawless like roy jones
destroy bones on contact
life ain’t sh-t
witout some p-ssy and a bomb sack
million dollar contracts
comin’ and goin’
but y’all ain’t knowin’
bank account swollen
picture me rollin’
in the escalade
high starin death in the face
heart fulla hate
puttin work in but ain’t catchin no case
i got my game tight
cuz big homey, laced me as a young g
hungry for my chedda cheeze
pushin oz’s
make a profit hoes
gots to got my name in they mouth
they bumpin guns and smokin murda blunts
when the guns come out
they poppin’ please don’t shoot
but ain’t no git back when the sh-t crack
murda man like al capone
bust him wit the big gat
hit him high
feel the ride
ain’t givin a f-ck about genocide
when this song is on
i gotta ride for mine
when the war pop off
n-ggas die
like fay days
k!ll em all from the og’s to the bebe’s
when the gun blaze
like sun rays
doin drive by’s on the run ways
feds tryin to hunt tay down
in every town
from philly to compton they investigatin
my stomach rounds

[hook] 2x
all my n-ggas smuggle sh-t
i’m on some otha sh-t
like f-ckin’ over the government
my ghetto politic thug n-ggas lovin this
leavin u open like a hollow tip
inside ya n-gga
swollow this
hollow hollow

[ap-9]
i don’t give a sh-t
still lettin off clips
gimme the mike and let me touch some sh-t ’till i love
i get a headrush
when the lead go bust
kickin up dust
man that’s a must
sometimes on the mike i cuss
kickin up dust on the mike i buss
i know my people’s know who really run
smokin’ up on a philly blunt
slappin’ a sucka wit a gun
crushin’ up sh-t just like big pun
north to the east
south to the west
i most confess
i gotta get a piece
betta yet a ho can’t settle for less
i don’t discriminate
every fake n-gga perpetrate
concentrate on makin’ papes
shakin’ fakes in the month of gate
keepin’ em as i contemplate
these high stakes wit a runnin’ mate
takin’ it to another climate
for those that ever try to draw me
rent em off to bombay
feelin my way
f-ck you in the hallway
my rhyme pays
‘sides bombay
my do or die day n-gga
livin it up
im givin’ it up
for my n-ggas that been tearin sh-t up
n-gga what

[hook] 2x

[ap-9]
i been doin this sh-t since ’89
they still hatin’ on debatin’ on tryin’ to play p-9
i see fakers on then its on
wanna spray p-9?
all around my neck strapped tough flee
for the n-ggas that wanna touch me
tryin’ to f-ck me
wit’ no vasoline
i get the gasoline
for n-ggas that’s after me
5 g’s is what i need on the m-i-c
half a that before i breathe on
n-ggas like you get peed on
so speed on
and be gone
to the cut with your fleet on
or all of your t–th gone
missin
no description until we bust
and you didn’t listen
rollin’ wit the funk i think i bust cuz im thug livin’
never give in
nothin’
but takin’ the bacon wit no mistakin’
i got some k!llas
on the pay roll
in day low
when it’s time to handle business
never miss it
n-gga lay low

[hook] 2x

fades out

- ap 9

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