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spazz dot & killa dred - niggas be hating كلمات أغنية

[spazz dot:]
n_ggas be hatin’, i slide with a k
glock got a switch, make a f_ckboy pray
b_tch_ass opps ain’t outside all day
talkin’ that sh_t but ain’t bust no play
hopped out the whip like, “what n_gga on?”
beam on his chest, turn his heart to a song
talk tough online, now that p_ssyboy gone
heard his mama cry, made a beat from the tone

[k!lla dred:]
yeah, n_ggas be jealous, they soft as a b_tch
i f_cked on his ho, then i left with a switch
i’m spinnin’ for real, ain’t no cappin’ and sh_t
caught his ass lackin’, he died in a ditch
dressed in all black like i’m death with a pole
glocks with attachments, extendos and scopes
n_gga got dropped tryna post for a ho
now he in heaven, i’m laughin’ below

[spazz dot:]
f_ck all them n_ggas, they scary as h_ll
snitch_ass boys always talk to the 12
we move like some shadows, we silent as sh_lls
shoot up his spot, leave that b_tch with a smell
wanna be gangster? get put in a coffin
that boy had a mouth but we made it stop talkin’
he posted a pic, then got caught while he walkin’
them hollow tips cooked him, we fried him like boston
[k!lla dred:]
n_ggas be hatin’, they broke and they mad
i f_cked on his sister, she call me her dad
you chasin’ a trend, i’m chasin’ a bag
you lovin’ a b_tch that we all done had
slide through his hood with that bl!ck in my coat
they ran in the crib when they seen us approach
i caught one outside and i left him to float
them bullets was singin’, like murder she wrote

[spazz dot:]
i’m lit like a furnace, these n_ggas can’t stand it
shoot from the whip, got precision like magnets
he ducked but too late, now his shirt lookin’ tattered
we dumpin’ the clip till the whole scene is shattered
caught him in traffic, he died on the wheel
that p_ssy was cappin’, got clapped for the thrill
that boy tried to run, got smoked like a pill
his homie got hit, now they both in the field

[k!lla dred:]
n_ggas be hatin’, i know that they pressed
i sleep with my heat like it lay on my chest
i’m paranoid daily, i move like a vet
aimin’ for heads, not no leg or no vest
i’m f_ckin’ these streets like i cheated on peace
grew up in the jungle, ain’t nothin’ was sweet
now i got a check but i’m still in the beef
so i ride with a stick like i’m slidin’ on creeps
[spazz dot:]
f_ck what they talkin’, they ain’t never spun
claim they outside, but they always run
we pull up with k’s, we don’t need no drum
just thirty hot shots from a deadly one

[k!lla dred:]
on bro, we step on sh_t just for sport
put him in the air like a f_ckin’ report
said he was hard, but he died with a snort
now he in the dirt, ain’t no need for retorts

- spazz dot killa dred

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