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dj sacred - no love mixx lyrics

[verse 1: tom skeemask]
stick ’em up, stick ’em up, fool, it’s time to lay you down
b+tch, the f+ckin’ scope is comin’ from the f+ckin’ underground
blast from the past whats my f+ckin’ name ?
it’s skeemask
n+ggas of destruction had to get that m+th+rf+ckin’ last laugh
disrespect my pimpin’, i’m gonna have to catch you, with a motherf+ckin’ slug
fool, you should know, that was aimed at yo’ f+ckin’ mug
time to catch this n+gga slippin’, talkin’ all that weak sh+t
you got some anna on yo’ chest, bring it to the f+ckin’ streets
check out my nine, look at my ride, put a sissy
motherf+cker straight from the line
do you know the f+ckin’ sko or should you know the f+ckin’ time?
you and yo’ momma’s talkin’ sh+t, both you b+tches finna get lynched
with me and my n+gga mackyle from the n.o.d. gangster clique
‘zno got the forty+four, tec got the ninе millimeter, fool
[?] come and pick up thе rest of the f+ckin’ crew
dawg, i’ma holla’, as i’m chiefin’ on a f+ckin’ blunt
put the b+tches in the trunk, ’cause there’s no love for the punk
these b+tches

[verse 2: outlaw]
oh, it’s so early one sat+rday morning
po+po’s breakin’ in my front door
my brand new nike airmax tiptoeing and pulls up and across my bedroom floor
so high, smoked out, runnin’, stumblin’ towards the front door
ho, livin’ in dixie homes, got me flyin’ from the second floor
outside i hear that blue was lookin’ try to find me
when i hizzeard one of the po+po’ five+o’s speakin’ a’ mention a robbery
that outlaw committed the night before, that buster must have slipped, put them on
n+gga while stuck up that fizzool and kicked him off the bridge
vamp in the scenery, low profilin’ to my hideaway
i plotted me a scheme so me and that b+tch must snitch that ho done made my day
times pass, hollow+tip bullets will clip in the type of the forty+fours
i’m stangin’ out my mack, i’m slippin’ on a mask, no fingerprint, gloves on
steppin’ and whippin’, this pimpin a pistol, b+tch
i slip in the window
so sl!ck, i creep, he sleep, a rude awakening on that hizzo
kinda like i actin’ like a psycho, stizzupid b+tches make me clizzick quick
i pull the hammer, slammin’, ain’t no love for a snitchin’ b+tch

- dj sacred lyrics

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