Skilla Baby - Slimm Shady (feat. Mozzy) lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Mozzy [Timothy Patterson] Oak Park, Sacramento, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Slimm Shady feat. Mozzy lyrics]
(Whit locked and loaded)
Hmm
(Haha, Zai, can you turn it up a little bit?)
Ha
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon’ up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro ’cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it
Just gotta come out a couple dollars, they gon' blitz you niggas
Gun hot but my glovеs on, I’m in the mitten with it
They say hе a pussy, so don’t kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him
They say that they on me, I ain't trippin’ 'cause I been on them
Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them
Every time you see that nigga Skilla, you see him and trim
Forgis on the five, baby trippin', tryna bend my rim
Hit man like, "Point them nigga out," I'm like, "Them and them"
Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim
Every week I drop another song, that’s another M
I don't see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem
If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem
I had to cop the plain presi', it's a gem
Lil' bro gettin' shots up, man, that boy been in the gym
Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him (Ha)
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
Yeah, wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these niggas hoes
Cold feet 'posed to be a stepper but he froze
Line of scrimmage, that's what we gon' push if it's a go
Jump out on 'em, pound upon that pussy with these poles (Yeah)
Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know (All I know)
Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we all on dope (All on dope)
Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked
Crack a pint, he don't get no Styro' 'cause he broke (Broke nigga)
Blemishes, resume demolishin' his folks (Shh)
Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes?
Cuban links, but I still got Frankies and the rope
I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs (Yeah)
G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure
Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole (Fuck 'em)
Skilla with me, Motor City nigga do the most
I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap, I'm from the ghost
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
Hmm
(Haha, Zai, can you turn it up a little bit?)
Ha
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon’ up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro ’cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it
Just gotta come out a couple dollars, they gon' blitz you niggas
Gun hot but my glovеs on, I’m in the mitten with it
They say hе a pussy, so don’t kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him
They say that they on me, I ain't trippin’ 'cause I been on them
Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them
Every time you see that nigga Skilla, you see him and trim
Forgis on the five, baby trippin', tryna bend my rim
Hit man like, "Point them nigga out," I'm like, "Them and them"
Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim
Every week I drop another song, that’s another M
I don't see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem
If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem
I had to cop the plain presi', it's a gem
Lil' bro gettin' shots up, man, that boy been in the gym
Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him (Ha)
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
Yeah, wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these niggas hoes
Cold feet 'posed to be a stepper but he froze
Line of scrimmage, that's what we gon' push if it's a go
Jump out on 'em, pound upon that pussy with these poles (Yeah)
Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know (All I know)
Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we all on dope (All on dope)
Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked
Crack a pint, he don't get no Styro' 'cause he broke (Broke nigga)
Blemishes, resume demolishin' his folks (Shh)
Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes?
Cuban links, but I still got Frankies and the rope
I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs (Yeah)
G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure
Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole (Fuck 'em)
Skilla with me, Motor City nigga do the most
I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap, I'm from the ghost
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe
Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show
