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street military - funky funeral كلمات الأغنية

[kb]
yeah…
this be kidnapper…
and, roah’s up on that funky funeral, n_gga…
and, that klondike kat, n_gga…

(klondike kat laughs maniacally)

ain’t nare n_gga gon’ f_ck wit’ me, i ain’t no f_ckin’ punk, and i ain’t’s to be fronted, g. full of that cess, strapped in a vest, i used to let them n_ggas shoot me in my chest, i can’t be put to rest. a murderer, kick_doe burglar, you never heard of a gangster_predator, deathwish on every competitor. ain’t nare n_gga gon’ take me, b_tch! i ain’t down for that talk, n_gga f_ck that hoe_sh_t. i step like a champ who packs a sneak attack, professionally done, or authorized, or chest won’t crack. step to me, you m_th_f_ckas won’t live, kidnapper got a grammy, went platinum for sn_tchin’ kids. none of you hoes bet’ not step to kb, shot a n_gga in his chest, ’cause he said he don’t like me. drove by his funeral, d_mn it ain’t funky enough, bust out some shots, now i’m a n_gga his family can’t trust. told my mom “i’m gon’ die by the trigga, don’t bury me next to no hoe_ass n_gga.” if a n_gga gon’ take me, i won’t pray for a miracle, for every n_gga i take, there’ll be a funky funeral…

[klondike kat]
run, n_gga run…
pharoah got ‘ya point_blank range with them gun…
50 slugs in a n_gga skull, where him from…
south park, texas, eulogy this is one…
watch ’em come, watch ’em come…
run, n_gga run…
pharoah got ‘ya point_blank range with them gun…
50 slugs in a n_gga skull, where him from…
south park, texas, eulogy this is one…
watch ’em come…

[pharoah]
i ain’t the one to be slippin’, ’cause i think too f_ckin’ fast, so come on and try’n steal me, and watch i block it, and drop ‘yo ass. my back is against the wall if i’m at a party, ’cause ain’t n0body gettin’ behind me, and when i’m finished, i’m keepin’ 40. bottle in my hand, just incase some sh_t start, i’ll bust a n_gga ass with 8 ounces, and a quart. jack me for my ride? bullsh_t, you know i know that game, infrared in my lap, f_ck up, and it won’t remain. i grab my sh_t so quick, if i look in the rearview, and see you sneakin’ up wit’ ‘yo gun, thinkin’ i don’t see you. i’m lettin’ that window down slow, turnin’ around on ‘yo ass, lettin’ that red flash, then lettin’ the lead blast. same thang goes, when i visit them hoes, packin’ my sh_t for the p_ssy_whooped_ass negro, that like to fall in love, and claim a sl_t_b_tch, pharoah trust no hoe, they all can suck a d_ck. so, don’t come frontin’ me ’bout ‘yo gal, i done f_cked, ’cause how the h_ll she “your gal”, if she out there gettin’ stuck? but i’ma be sure to watch my back, incase ‘ya want me. f_ck up, and watch ‘yo ass be the victim of a funky_ass funeral…

[klondike kat]
run, n_gga run…
street got ‘ya point_blank range, with them gun…
50 slugs in a n_gga skull, where him from…
talkin’ about that houston, texas, ‘yo we bring redrum…
n_ggas be wantin’ to step’ up, we be comin’ wit’ the mask, straight pullin’ them tec’s, bustin’ them caps up in that ass…
straight from houston, texas, and you know we’ll never fall…
run, n_gga run, ’cause we k!llin’ all of y’all…
[kb]
all of y’all….n_gga!
we k!llin’ all of y’all, n_gga…
(all of y’all)
funky funeral on that ass, n_gga…
that n_gga kidnapper, that n_gga roah, n_gga…
that n_gga klondike…

- street military

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