sideshow a - critical hit lyrics
[intro: sideshow a]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 1: sideshow a]
copped me some kicks, and that sh_t was two fifty
low budget n_ggas, you can not f_ck with me
f_cking your hoe, and i’m grabbing her titty
stomp his ass out, while i’m rocking my skinny’s
might f_ck around and end up in your city
got a red dot, and i’m blasting this semi’s
f_ck with the gang, and this will not end pretty
got that good aim, get hit with that thirty
[verse 2: jamar rose]
you can get hit with a sixty
matter of fact, you can get hit with a ninety
clips on extendo, i’m feeling real grimey
who’s that boy with a rose on the time piece
might be, that king _ he moving shiesty
i tried to say it politely
that shot ain’t come out right
so i spun the block and said it’s on sight
[verse 3: sideshow a]
f_ck with the gang _ you gon’ lose your life, n_ggas know that i’m the grim reaper
gat on his hip like it was a beeper, check your hoe _ don’t want me to sweep her
only dome _ then i’m gonna leave her, i don’t fall in love, so you can keep her
you fell in love thought she was a keeper, eating scared n_ggas like jeepers creepers
[verse 4: jamar rose]
head to the mall, cop black air forces
squad at your crib like some kick in the door sh_t
feeling the pain _ that’s the endorphins
i’m not the one that you really want war with
[verse 5: sideshow a]
if they want war _ they should just forfeit
with this blade you’ll end up in portions
make me turn you into an orphan
war with you _ that sh_t is so worthless
[verse 6: jamar rose]
red dot really finna get busy ended with a head pop
aim at your cheek, and i’m leaving you jaw locked
we ain’t really messing with the cop talk
talk down _ you can end up on the chop block
gawk gawk _ that’s your b_tch giving me top top
rose at your door, and you know i’m gon’ knock knock
open it up, and i’m hitting your crop top
you better stop _ that is a nah nah
smoking on zaza, you ain’t with the rara
your b_tch is not bad _ she’s not a diabla
i’mma diablo _ i let the thing go
your name on a shirt, but your team lost a lameo
we stay high, magma cano
empty the barrel like i’m using draino
bad little b_tch _ she built like j_lo
no halo, she do as i say so
[verse 7: sideshow a]
digging my pesos, yup, that’s case closed
master chief _ how i’m giving them halos
god of war _ i’m feeling like kratos
money and i _ we connect like lego’s
can’t join the team, can’t hop on the payroll
best advice _ just do what i say so
stak so hot _ i’m looking so fuego
bet they never want stak to lay low, yuh
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