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roscoe p. coldchain – im’ma kill this nigga كلمات اغاني

[intro]
collect call from “rosco”
sh-t man, i’m tired of eating these cheechees boy, i’m gonna get something to eat, some good food, p-ssy, something like that
yo, what’s the deal n-gga you keep calling these motherf-cking collects and sh-t n-gga?
aye, yo, urm. is mika there?
man h-ll no mika ain’t here n-gga
yo who the f-ck is this?
man this liva n-gga
liva?
yeah, my name liva n-gga
you b-tch as n-gga, ay man this rosco, put my b-tch on the phone
man, get the f-ck out of here man, she cool on you n-gga. fall back
man watch the words that come out yo motherf-ckin’ mouth man
yeah, whatever man
yo man, you might get hurt man
whatever, whatever

“you wanna settle it right here?”

[verse 1: ab-liva]
me and mika
i guess the world-a [?] my girl, i mean
she my heart, my companion, a rider
she thorough like no other chick i know
she like my n-gga, when we kicking it
but oh so tender, she surrenders when i’m hitting it
she don’t condone the work i do;
hustling, was hurt a few
years ago, some n-gga named scope
was a hard-hitter
i left a little work at her crib
a little paper i owe
i scoop it later, i ain’t
really tripping doe

[verse 2: rosco p. coldchain}
i’m fresh home from a 1 of 3
i did in the [?] correctional facility
got caught with a small 2.3 grams i cooked up
how they get hooked up?
mika and this bag, probably had it when i got booked up
she still live at her mother’s
and since her brother got kicked out
with me down, he supposed to be the man of the house now?
i think i’ll give him a visit
i still know where they living
knock at the door
“hi mom”
“where you been?”
“in prison !”
talk my way in, walk to the room. what’s this?
[?] a smith and west forty, a fully loaded clip
any n-gga can get it. i got something for ’em
an appointment with the surgeon
back of an alley or a backstreet, i

[chorus: ab-liva]
im’ma k!ll this n-gga
oo
i can’t wait
im’ma k!ll this n-gga
if there’s beef, then there’s war in the streets
if it’s on, then it’s war with your peeps
until every shot cease
ain’t no calling police

[verse 3: ab-liva]
this n-gga violating
robbed my girl’s crib, got my work
got my burner, got the cash i was slipping
he got my -ss, i was flipping
i got the mask, i was dipping
i got the blast, i was tripping
i wouldn’t listen to reason, and then it flashed
a vision was positioned. i’m sitting in clear gl-ss
with a ten, all i hear is him taking his last gasp
but my pride-a-make me ride, i’m sinning, a clear mask
that my forty five long, that a [?] you like tear gas

[verse 4: rosco p. coldchain]
i’m back with two strips
a new mac, an even newer clique
and i think that n-gga liva, he know what time it is
i’m back on the map, thanks to you
and mika, he can keep her, already had your boo
but i got something even more viable
i got his pride in my hands, his money in my stash, and i ain’t worried about a thing
i ain’t living in the past, my future plans?
keep it trucking. if we meet again, imma trunk i’m, double pump him
this ain’t pharell, and i ain’t fronting
only time will tell, i ain’t bluffing
i will snuff ’em
if i get a chance to, slump ’em
if i get a chance to, i just purchased a forty one caliber and i want to see what these slugs do

[verse 5: ab-liva]
i went from south west to north
that 18th to oxford
his grandma’s spot, where he sounding [?] not hard
that little -ss strip
where they say he play the block hard
that little -ss vest on his chest
i hope it block hard

[rosco p. coldchain]
so you searching for me?
who the f-ck he think he is?
he looking from me
this flea is barking up the wrong tree
n-gga, i did what i did
it is what it is
he went to my block, even came to my grandma’s crib

[ab-liva]
i’m on the low
rented out, tinted out
burner on my lap, with the window cracked, scoping for this n-gga

[rosco p. coldchain]
it’s whatever, imma shoot your -ss to the promised land
and when you meet the lord tell ’em scope sent you there

[ab-liva]
or i’ll send his -ss first, but if worst comes to worst

[rosco p. coldchain]
burners gonna burst and someone’s gonna end up in the he-rs-

[ab-liva]
the worst mistake, a n-gga make

[rosco p. coldchain]
is to doubt you

[ab-liva]
i’ll see you in h-ll

[rosco p. coldchain]
and it won’t be the same without you

[outro]
hey, that n-gga over there…
hey liva
b-tch -ss n-gga
somebody got it n-gga
get this motherf-cker (gunshots)
yee homie yee (gunshots)
oo oooooo (gunshots)
ooo you motherf-ck (gunshots and bombs drop)

- roscoe p coldchain

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