Killa Klan Kaze - Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics
[Killa Klan Kaze - Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics]
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all
Triple Six don' came up when I
Was in the pen y'all
Weak rappin', lip flappin' niggas
Make 'em suck a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch
Kaze niggas runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to
Recognize who you dis
Kidnappin' muthafuckaz
Stick a burl in his lips
Kiss from the Mosberg
Send him to another world blew his ass off
Body floppin' with the bloody curls
Sterile from the sight, of his blood
Cause I show no love suckaz like to fight
But the Pastor like to shoot them slugs
Scrubs talkin' shit, just like
Hoes when I ain't, lookin' all in a mac
Conversation get your life tooken
Lookin' for some back up
Trick you just star prayin'
Project never slack so
Bitch I'ma start sprayin'
Layin' muthafuckaz in the ground
Show 'em how I clown
(Them hoes gon' die tonight man)
It's whatever man, you know I'm down
Watch, yourself
Or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death
Bendin' red, from the blood you bled
Spittin' from your head
Let 'em burn, cause you fucked with this
Killeristic clique
With no common sense, listen to the voices
Tempt a killa bitch one, Two, Three, Four
Wrap your hand arond his throat
Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly
'Til he starts to gasp for beathe
Pain, I know he feels
Cause I feel it though my body
But it's lovely, to have these final
See to grab my children
So, now the end is near
ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail
It's my 9 to your door
So fuck your friends and your foes
So now you feel me, nigga
Now tell me who's the fuckin'
Killa behind the trigga
It's Scan fuckin' Man
With the demons crazed in his soul
But you bitches still don't hear me though
So
Playa hatin' cross the nation
Got me facin' situations
So many so called friends
Washed down the drain
Through trial and tribulations
Hastin', wastin' all your time
Tryin' to splurge your anna
Come and test this Mack
What all my boys don' done, it's did
Bet these hollow tips got my back
Dig that like that drrrrrat tat tat
To your biznack
Whether it's either fact or fiction
Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique
Got all you hoes in stitches
Never tryin' to brag or boast
But whoever closest to you
Gon' suffer the most i earn my fame and
Fortune, gettin' respect bitch
Coast to coast
For you cluckers it's true I hate ya
I won't bown down to nay nigga
I don' came to far to look back now trick
You couldn't fade me with some clippers
Tryin' to tempt my fuckin' flow
My lyrics is hard like and erection
Groupies jock me
Got the leg spreadin' open like an affection
Crumb snatchin', paper chasin'
I'm doin' whatever to reach the top
It's your name that gotta get scratched
Yes it's your ass that gotta get popped
Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what
Retaliation is a must, a Mack
For life, I gotta bust, that's fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all
Triple Six don' came up when I
Was in the pen y'all
Weak rappin', lip flappin' niggas
Make 'em suck a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch
Kaze niggas runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to
Recognize who you dis
Kidnappin' muthafuckaz
Stick a burl in his lips
Kiss from the Mosberg
Send him to another world blew his ass off
Body floppin' with the bloody curls
Sterile from the sight, of his blood
Cause I show no love suckaz like to fight
But the Pastor like to shoot them slugs
Scrubs talkin' shit, just like
Hoes when I ain't, lookin' all in a mac
Conversation get your life tooken
Lookin' for some back up
Trick you just star prayin'
Project never slack so
Bitch I'ma start sprayin'
Layin' muthafuckaz in the ground
Show 'em how I clown
(Them hoes gon' die tonight man)
It's whatever man, you know I'm down
Watch, yourself
Or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death
Bendin' red, from the blood you bled
Spittin' from your head
Let 'em burn, cause you fucked with this
Killeristic clique
With no common sense, listen to the voices
Tempt a killa bitch one, Two, Three, Four
Wrap your hand arond his throat
Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly
'Til he starts to gasp for beathe
Pain, I know he feels
Cause I feel it though my body
But it's lovely, to have these final
See to grab my children
So, now the end is near
ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail
It's my 9 to your door
So fuck your friends and your foes
So now you feel me, nigga
Now tell me who's the fuckin'
Killa behind the trigga
It's Scan fuckin' Man
With the demons crazed in his soul
But you bitches still don't hear me though
So
Playa hatin' cross the nation
Got me facin' situations
So many so called friends
Washed down the drain
Through trial and tribulations
Hastin', wastin' all your time
Tryin' to splurge your anna
Come and test this Mack
What all my boys don' done, it's did
Bet these hollow tips got my back
Dig that like that drrrrrat tat tat
To your biznack
Whether it's either fact or fiction
Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique
Got all you hoes in stitches
Never tryin' to brag or boast
But whoever closest to you
Gon' suffer the most i earn my fame and
Fortune, gettin' respect bitch
Coast to coast
For you cluckers it's true I hate ya
I won't bown down to nay nigga
I don' came to far to look back now trick
You couldn't fade me with some clippers
Tryin' to tempt my fuckin' flow
My lyrics is hard like and erection
Groupies jock me
Got the leg spreadin' open like an affection
Crumb snatchin', paper chasin'
I'm doin' whatever to reach the top
It's your name that gotta get scratched
Yes it's your ass that gotta get popped
Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what
Retaliation is a must, a Mack
For life, I gotta bust, that's fucked up