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c.o.s. da criminal - kill me كلمات أغنية

[intro: brotha lynch hung]
bottom of the barrel type sh_t, n_gga, k!ll me
hmm, k!ll me
it’s what’s you gotta do, n_gga, just k!ll me
that’s the only choice

[verse 1: c.o.s.]
i don’t like sh_t when i write, i just write sh_t
to ignite sh_t like gasoline, fry sh_t
spy sh_t on n_ggas who get their pies flipped
high sh_t in the trenches whenever 5’s trip
i ride, b_tch, just like back in the days
i let that .45 spit and put them busters in graves
engrave bullet holes in ’em, this world’s full of those women
you know, the kind you like, the kind that suck all night
so why your cape on so d_mn tight? boy, loosеn up
‘member i used to juicе you up to rap and sell crack in the alley’s?
ducking mouse traps set up by the federalies and dirty rats
but i’m back, now
on some “f_ck the world”, i’m mad now
rush this b_tch’s pad, now
this b_tch is talking trash, now
put the smash down like wwf
or let the pistol up and blast out ’til everybody wet
do anybody want next?
who got game? i’m on the nets, still hooked on the game
throwing set out the roof of the ‘stang
hanging tec’s out the roof of the ‘stang
.45’s out the window when i stain
n_gga shooting through your window with aim
it’s just that north gate sh_t, on your porch late sh_t
one blast change your appearance like four facelifts
i’m in that way dark whip with the racecar kit
late night with the strap working the graveyard shift
[chorus: c.o.s.]
so all them n_ggas talking bad
because their b_tch at my pad sucking d_ck
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them gangstas mad
because they see me in the traffic with a flag
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them punk police
that wanna catch me with a whole thang of cocaine
they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them set_up sl_ts
that wanna lay a n_gga down for a cut
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me

[verse 2: c.o.s.]
these suckas can’t touch the thug
these b_tches love the thug
so n_ggas mug the thug
they wanna slug the thug
but i got guns and drugs ’cause i ain’t going out
i’m taking off on cuzz if he keep showing out
i’m holding ’bout 12 in the clip
something like that aside from the few i dumped last night on that snitch
i roll back on my through my own strip, just tryna check sh_t
guess what i heard, punk n_ggas been disrespecting
now i’m some sitting on the edge of the curb sh_t
like dre with my h.k. ready to serve sh_t
gone off a sherm stick, tripping off the past
and all of my n_ggas that didn’t make it the next class
i’ma pour my next glass for you
sh_t, it might be my last ’cause folks my liver is through
i’m still stuck up on my last hope, tryna get through
but still too many act like assh0l_s
that’s why when i see ’em on the streets, i pass those
probably wanna duct tape me up, n_gga, and blast holes
through me for the sh_t i be talking about their fast hoes
but i’m just being real, homie, like what that cash for
if you can’t make that deal homie, and duck the task force
you gon’ live your life behind steel just like you asked for
f_ck that, i’m going out blasting before my ass go
back to another mothaf_ckin’ facility
i’m k!ll everyone i see, better order them to k!ll me
[chorus: c.o.s.]
so all them n_ggas talking bad
because their b_tch at my pad sucking d_ck
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them gangstas mad
because they see me in the traffic with a flag
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them punk police
that wanna catch me with a whole thang of cocaine
they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them set_up sl_ts
that wanna lay a n_gga down for a cut
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me

[verse 3: c.o.s.]
i only ride with my real n_ggas
see, my n_gga tall cann, man, that boy will k!ll ya
my n_gga flat will have you back up in the river
doing the dead mans float with slugs in your liver
my n_gga lynch will take you bustas for a long ride
in the trunk, take you out, open you up wide
body dry, blood drips ’til there’s none left
guns cl!ck ’til someone rests, and drugs flip ’til there’s none left
we run the west like shaq and the lakers
it’s just that sacramento siccmade sh_t back in their faces
mr. no print sh_t, leaving no traces
bl__dy up the scene like jason, dead bodies in bas_m_nts
facing life if they catch me but they can’t even place me
at the scene of the crime, there ain’t no evidence in mine
and i ain’t seen no one left behind that could’ve dropped a dime
but sh_t, you never know, that’s why da criminal lay low
that’s just life, i’m just like most n_ggas that live the tough life
rather live that thug life and die than live that punk life
we yelling out “f_ck life!”, see how they breed us
into animals with all that bullsh_t that they feed us
got us running around with heaters, yelling out “who could beat us now, mothaf_cka?”
and for the times you tried to cheat us, pow mothaf_cka!
just take it in slugs
i’m take it and thug ’cause you know it wasn’t no love, cuzz
[chorus: c.o.s.]
so to them n_ggas out there talking bad
because their b_tch at my pad sucking d_ck
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all the gangstas mad
because they see me in the traffic with a flag
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all the punk police
that wanna catch me with a whole thang of cocaine
they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them set_up sl_ts
that wanna lay a n_gga down for a buck
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all the n_ggas talking bad
because their b_tch at my pad sucking d_ck
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all the gangstas mad
because they see me in the traffic with a flag
tell ’em they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all the punk police
that wanna catch me with a whole thang of cocaine
they gon’ have to k!ll me
to all them set_up sl_ts
that wanna lay a n_gga down for a quick buck
they gon’ have to k!ll me!

- c o s da criminal

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