illfightyou – ddt lyrics
[verse 1: khris p]
uh, ok these flinstone foot -ss n-ggas take timmy turner moves
turbulence den a burning sense, a youngin burn the womb
c-section it, affectionate
ladies be, erectin it and feed breakfast
mic checkin it, in my down time became prime time
nfl, iron gang, work the blood line
and it hurts, spit blood cause i love rhymin
rolodex fulla names, curve service, birds flyin
dirty work, dirty burners led to more crime
heard about you herbs, herbivores keep the herb fryin
fishin for fatties, bait b-tches they love diamonds
i’m in the rough, on the rough side of yours wildin
wildin daily, where thuggin is rudimentary
ready for whatever, my n-ggas doing this century
central heating unit the oven it hold the family
bet that b-tch serve me up, she been suckin since elemntary
[hook: khris p]
i got yo b-tch i’m bout to power bomb
cl!ck-clack ring the alarm, fa real
and them vandals came to play along
step back don’t be alarmed, so chill
i got yo b-tch i’m bout to power bomb
cl!ck-clack ring the alarm, fa real
and them vandals came to play along
step back don’t be alarmed, so chill
[verse 2: ugly frank]
ugly little crazy n-gga, rough neck
run sets, give me all your money n-gga, f-ck checks
flip weight, handle the business
i break a gram with my n-gga, i give a f-ck
i’m still beefin n-gga, f-ck flex
rollin with my mobsters, whippin a mazda
my shotty c-cked, my d-ck rock hard
choppin blades hittin from drama
n-gga know that i ain’t budgin til i get my f-ckin money
frank the butcher, break any n-gga b-tch outta dollar
tryna eyein out my ride see which n-ggas is down
i sent the chirp to glen, hit my n-gga ugly thomas
thomas tol me bout a spot where all the b-tches are down
to hustle, back to back, its murder if you give em problems
ese, …,
lighters all i got, my burner c-cked, my n-gga tempt me
mobbin down your block, conceal the weapon, rollin 10 deep
tol ya mof-ckers i ain’t friendly, ya’ll dont f-cking understand
[hook: khris p]
[verse 3: evergreenone]
ay yo, imma show my setup
it’s called a middle finger, f-ck the world dog, i’m fed up
riding round the windows down, with that chopper sprayin
i got bottled up emotions, so i drink a f-ckin bottle
now i’m zonin, i could give a f-ck about your plans
i dont want no fans or an image
came to burn your village
fly a f-ckin plane into another buildin
a bad mof-cker when we high on dope
i columbine your momma lookin through a sniper scope
staring at the cieling, smoking weed, i beef with jesus
diamond in the rough, i stomp you out in my adidas
i run aroun wit my clique and it’s called illfightyou
which really means i’ll fight you, i probably don’t f-ckin like you
eyes low, ketchup blood red
bag drugs up and watch fangs drip, make em drop dead
top ten tyson knock out rap, i’ll push you off the f-ckin half pipe and laugh out loud i’ll, fightyou
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