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b.g. knocc out – i rep lyrics

[intro]
west, west, west, west, siiiide, n-gga

[verse 1: bg knocc out]
i rep that west, but a lot of y’all n-ggas comin’ wack
they want me to bring it back and i accept that test
so i’m sorta like a savior, with hits i’m goin’ barragin’
and i’m never slackin’ off cause i gets it in major
my flavor is so undeniable (yeah)
that i’m bound to k!ll these mcs in threes, i’m liable
to get to cappin’, you think it’s only rappin’
but i’m known for pistol packin’, it really gets a crackin’
what’s happenin’
what y’all really want to do
y’all talk a good thing but we really comin’ through
big things when we aim
leaving sh-t slain
blood guts and brains, for thinking it’s a game
insane or suicidal, i have yet to figure (yeah)
to make you pop off we disrespect you n-gga
like “f-ck you, f-ck your set” sound from the tec
run at e then hit the deck cause everythang gettin’ wet
okay [?], we can shoot it out
in l.a. we hold court in the streets, f-ck a trial
when i keep the bird on me, to pack it is a habit (why?)
’cause i would rather die than not have it (yeah!)

[hook: bg knocc out]
headshots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams
l.a.’s very crazy, ’cause daily it’s a murder scene
gun sh-lls, coroner, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds
high speed chases runnin’ from the chase

[verse 2: bg knocc out]
you n-ggas pack guns for show and tell, we a spray
ask me why g-ngb-ngin’ is in my dna
burn you then sell a pistol never throw the heat away
acting like you ready to die, sh-t you can leave today
hey zeus, “treat me motherf-cker with authority”
now you two are treein’, let your family mourn you
i’m from that place where they live at the hardest
all of those that couldn’t cope they were dearly departed
talkin’ sh-t you must be clearly r-t-rded
don’t ask about osama, in my eyes he was clearly a martyr
you thinkin’ different must be dippin’ that water
if you ever f-ck with me i’ll f-ck around and put a clip in your daughter, yeah
leave the body for the coroner to chalk it out
too late to talk it out so f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout
got murder on my mind (yeah), your life is on the line (yeah)
once my hand clench that iron then somebody die
you thinkin’ death as a way to escape
but i will walk in your wake and put two in your face
dirty cop wanna take me in, he’s viewin’ the case
put him in the casket with you, bury you in the [?], n-gga

[hook: bg knocc out]
headshots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams
l.a.’s very crazy, cause daily it’s a murder scene
gun sh-lls, coroner, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds
high speed chases runnin’ from the chase

- b g knocc out lyrics

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