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da hol 9 - urbody hit da flo' lyrics

(hook: 1- kemo 2- kaos)
1- urbody hit da flo’, my calico’s
in the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo)
2- ya boys tryin to come and get me
n-gg-s tryin to pistol whip me
and i aint got my f-ckin pistol wit me
1- urbody hit da flo’! my calico’s
in the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo)
2- n-gg-s try me like new p-ssy
but always end up gettin f-cked up
come and get ya some n-gg-
(gettin f-cked up)

(verse 1: kemo)
you know kemo be down to ride, n-gg-s straight as f-ck
these n-gg-s from the other side, they hate my guts
all up on my nuts, tryin to rate my cuts
smoke me down wit the ak, then escape wit bucks
so i lace my chuks, will i get away or what?
will i be able to let my f-ckin pistol spray ’em up?
real n-gg-s keep in touch, but i don’t notice n-gg-
wish i could get my calico or 40 for this n-gg-
which i’ma show these n-gg-s, this aint no f-ckin riddle
i thought you knew about these n-gg-s off in that f-ckin middle
i think i got enough, heart to make it to the strap
they kickin in the front, while i’m breakin out the back
threw the coco sack, i usually tuck my gat
these n-gg-s caught me slippin m-th-f-cka, but i’ll be back
wit my pistol grip, shootin out missiles b-tch
lay down in the shed n-gg-, cuz it’s a hit

(hook)

(verse 2: kaos)
pants sagged, doo rag
tilted hat, to the back
black mask, strap in the lap
rollin through the f-ckin tracks
who want beef, n-gg- we deep, off up in these f-ckin streets
aint no peace, call yo peeps, they gon get they -ss beat
all we ride wit is killas, punkin head wig-splittas
heavy hittas, dump you in that mississippi river n-gg-s
northside: yak sippas, southside: cap peelas
westside: crack dealers, eastside: jack trippers
not the one wit janet and krissy, i’m talkin bout my gritty
slice off a t-tty wit no bitty, kin folk from the city
it don’t matter where you live, f-ck you and yo relatives
call the cops, i can get you knocked by some lil’ ghetto kids
ay, think about yo family, i don’t give a f-ck godd-mny
while you rest in peace, i’ll be on the beach, in miami
wit yo thick chick, sh-t i’ll put her out on that strip
and sell that p-ssy and my zips
don’t make me empty out this clip b-tch

(hook)

- da hol 9 lyrics

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