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killa klan kaze - hard not to kill كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: dj paul] x4
it’s hard not to k!ll n-ggas
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll n-ggas
so what’s a n-gga to do

[verse 1: lord infamous]
me and my n-gga had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half g of tha henn
i swerved up into the d-mn liquor store lot, high as f-ck, i’m droppin’ my gat in the stash pot
forever it took the sh-t seemed
cause the trick most had sweated me full of the d
i was searchin’ my pockets and then i heard poppin
to run out and see that my n-gga was bleedin’
is was indo g and mc mack and the lord in bomber
hummer rollin’ with the gun and pat
finna fix these fools up a little snack
toss a few pat, cuz, blow ’em up off the track
they was talkin’ sh-t the other day
now the prophet posse got and offer
now they gonna turn away
and the godd-mn vomit out the stomach
servin’ one, the scarecrow servin’ henn at the cemetary
i was sippin’ on the brew, hittin’ two true
smokin’ on the crew, got a call from the d-mn fool
said he had the three 6 held hostage
tryin’ to get a blood pool spread on the evenin’ news
then we round up the squad got the maf and the kaz
we loadin’ up the cars with the hollow tools
and we comin on a run through the yard
and a n-gga gonna knock
triple six wanna pop it at you
now we’ve got half way over the back of this four stories ‘fore he fall, ten story drop
this n-gga wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled–ss body
better bring some dangerous toys when you f-ckin’ with the mafia boys, don’t war with us
or get caught in a scramble, we blow out your candle and we come out victorious

[chorus: dj paul] (x4)
it’s hard not to k!ll n-ggas
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll n-ggas
so what’s a n-gga to do

[verse 2: mc mack]
it’s seems that every f-ckin’ day i tend to dwell more by myself
my compet-tors run, when i c-ck my gun
i blast cause i’m forced to live by my rep
my k!lla klan kaze, like the n-z-‘s
cause we takin’ you for hostage
mc mack, ho, be my street name
cause i’m cliqued by prophet posse
you can’t stop me so just watch me
left you spooked cause i flashed your set
too many motherf-ckers, they know my face
but i don’t know them, so i sport a vest
don’t test my thugs, homey, show no love
remorse ain’t in me, don’t f-ck with scrubs
get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs
consist of k!llaz, coffin fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line
renig your sins and the death in the end
tombstone read, young n-gga was blind
tryin’ to see me, you can’t be me
so just flex on the other direction
if the milli miss ya, hollow points’ll hit ya
in other words you’re f-cked with no protection
smith & wesson, got you stressin’
tape his mouth up while he’s restin’
put them yawk thangs to his dome
when he awakens, bet he with satan
life was taken, death you facin’
hollow points, they got you racin’
caught you slippin’, like a magician
on your -ss, spray this n-gga, what’s up!

[chorus: dj paul] x4
it’s hard not to k!ll n-ggas
it’s like and everyday job not to k!ll n-ggas
so what’s a n-gga to do

[dj paul & juicy j adlibs]

- killa klan kaze

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