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blaze ya dead homie & bukshot - take an l (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bukshot]
why you wanna f_ck with a psychopath? (psychopath)
with all the tools in his bag but a michael mask (michael mask)
promise this ain’t no game (no game)
legit, off_balance, we are not the same (not the same)
halloween, stop and come follow me
grab the magazine, that’s chopper dichotomy (dichotomy)
when it comes to revenge i’m a prodigy
want to take me out? i’ll be waiting at hallowbleed (hallowbleed)
n0bodies talk sh_t, can’t back it up (back it up)
we the mob, that’s like kids tryin’ to tackle us (tackle us)
bring a storm, you’ll be lost like gilligan
b_tches takin’ l’s, kentucky to michigan

[skit 1: bukshot]
hey yo! these motherf_ckers ain’t winning, dawg! y’all thought you was on top? sh_t! f_ck outta here! deadman speak on it!

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie]
so what they know about the dead? stay blessed
our code doesn’t know and we’re livin’ the best
i’m the epitome of death so they get no rest
hauntin’ like a shadow out the shade, you gon’ catch a fade
you’ll get caught up in the raid and the rapture
of the shotgun sh_ll as we put ’em out to pasture (yeah)
been talkin’ that talk without the walk
ain’t got a clue about them k!llers, how we stalking, what we do to get the w
bring the drama to your whole fam (whole fam)
army full of goats got you in a jam, squeeze ’em out is the plan
serve them all the l on a platter (on a platter)
them b_tches need to stop with the chatter
take an l
[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
they like “hey! why you f_ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
they like “hey! why you f_ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
got hitters and the mob on deck, protect (protect)
got mercs on the books, cash your checks like (like)
yeah! you ’bout to catch h_ll, dawg
yeah! you ’bout to take an l, dawg

[skit 2: bukshot]
you know what they call someone who will drop anybody, any place, anytime? on the drop of a dime? it’s an anybody k!lla. this some drive_by sh_t!

[verse 3: anybody k!lla]
want you to blacken up your eye, call me k!lla b_tch, i’m crazy
stabbing at your heartstrings, cut you up like hazy
acting h_lla devilish, the entity is coming
the evil has you worried, something wicked got you running
we underground so everyday we looking like a demon
if you know me then you know how i be every hallow_season
wolfing out with my braids loose, growling at the anger
talking like it’s funny, gonna put you in some danger
lookin’ out through a scope, about to hit you where it hurts
a bl__dy situation you can’t clean when it squirts
murder murder k!ll k!ll if you hating like a b_tch
flop your ghost in the river, have you sleeping with the fish

[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
they like “hey! why you f_ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
they like “hey! why you f_ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
got hitters and the mob on deck, protect (protect)
got mercs on the books, cash your checks like (like)
yeah! you ’bout to catch h_ll, dawg
yeah! you ’bout to take an l, dawg
[skit 3: bukshot]
you ever met a motherf_cker? the second you turn around they cut your f_ckin’ throat? probably not! you still here, ain’t ya? yo dirty! that man, he don’t steal, he k!ll!

[verse 4: turncoat dirty]
trick or treat, it’s dirty at your doorbell
open up to greet me, you’ll be deader than a doornail
take an l, i’ll carve it in your forehead
leavin’ your body pale while turnin’ your motherf_ckin’ door red
insidious and now you’re lookin’ hideous
with slices in your jugular, welcome to amphibious
i’m pitiless and do not comprehend compassion
majik ninja cuttin’, slashin’, with the glock i’m f_ckin’ blastin’
all the cops that stopped at this house, pray to god i’ll pass you over
gettin’ hallows even on the last day of october
feel that tap up on your shoulder, now you ain’t feelin’ sh_t
up there with jehovah by the time you know you’re hit

- blaze ya dead homie bukshot

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