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jesse james - homicide remix lyrics

[verse 1:swisher sleep]
i been chewed up and spit out and sh+t on and p+ssed on/
the gun it done dug in my hip bone my pops is the only one
want me to live long from then on, i been on
a struggle to get on it’s complicated/i’m one of the greatest nominated even my momma say it i need it
it be keeping me concentrated believe it when you see it
i dominate it you see that i’m conceded now tolerated it
this hot sauce/
yeah
k!llin all y’alls ass droppin’ jews( jewels) spittin’ holocaust gas
(ooh sh+t)
look how i got ’em all mad
hearts brittle like china doll glass
i get on ’em/ get my timing on em an assignment on ’em
pimpin’ i’m not talkin ’bout a class/ put a rope around his neck and tie it on ’em/ make it tighten on ’em/ hope a lightning bolt will hit his ass/
evertime i rap i, get better, read the writing on the cast/ she told me that she wanted the karma, like whats that!?… come back here and bite me on the ass/
oh
everybody’s b+tch is tryin’ to f+ck/ wanna be my bed buddy lovey let ’em cuddle up/ tryin’ to get some head from me got me stickin’ out my tounge/ from the land of ted bundy i’m a stick and i’m a run/
just to prove it i can do the sh+t better ahead of the rest of ’em metrophical entity/ with ability and/ adrenaline in me, the feeling of k!lling an enemy/ the pen is appealing, penicillin, picture them sick of me/
can’t n0body get with me/ i’m just keeping it a century/ i ain’t met a mothaf+cka yet that could spit with me/ i’m gonna blow soon as they get a sniff of me/
take some big and some pac, some e40 and tech/and mix ’em together now what the f+ck do you get/ the realist and illest k!ller you done met/ i’m the juggernaut k!ller homie now show me respect

[verse 2:jesse james]
i been tryin hard not to lose it
gunc+cked
prayin’ that i dont have to use it
got em trippin’ when i rock
cuz da sh+t i spit is hot
only thing a n+gga got is this music
i be trappin’ ,trappin’ wit a pack of drugs
got green got white that’s crack and buds
hoodrats n thugs
gimme daps and hugs
my diamond shinin’ mike jackson gloves
broke as sh+t i went from rag to riches
f+ckin’ ugly women to da baddest b+tches
i’mma savage , f+ggot i be clappin’ ratchets
packin’ blappas never lackin’ this is
jus a part of me obviously i’mma be one of da greatest to touch a mic
i can buck da gun but i love to fight
catch a uppercut to ya underbite
da bald cat wit da raw rap
n+gga fall back or get ya jaw tapped
if u talk cr+p get ya squad clapped
stick a small strap to ya ball cap
all gas f da brakes
my bars are harder then metal plates
go find a cat that u think can gas and i’ll eat dat ass kevin gates
you couldn’t stop me if u road blocked me
i’m jus’ tryna blow like my nose cloggy
got gwop galore u need to stop it boy u ain’t hot no more u like old coffee
pole on me like a stripper hands
got a grip of skrilla in my denim pants
wit some pretty women sippin’ juice and gin all we do is spin ceilin fans
black mack in my backpack
and it goes pap pap brrrrrat tat
my flows mo’ dope then a crack sack
ridin’ by my lonely got a 40 where my lap at
(yap yap)
i know these haters gon’ envy me
so i stay armed wit mo’ arms then a centipede
i show no sympathy pistol squeeze instantly
let dat b+tch sing like a mu’f+ckin symphony
i am da illest, rhymes are da sickest
high as da sky with 9 in my britches
liable to slide up and light up da cypher
da eye of the tiger mind of a menace
n+gga i ain’t got no time for these b+tches
gotd+mn this beats bananas
if dese geek start beef we squeezin’ hammers
i be gettin’ scratch like it’s rashes on me
get to flashin’ on eem they gon think we cameras
when da beef is on it is no discussion
i be loaded cussin’
wit da 40 bussin’
you gon make me…
pull out da heat and then put em to sleep like it was robitussin’
that money be comin’ in rapidly
so it’s a must dat i must keep a strap on me
roll wit some hittas got k!llas in back of back of me
cats that be holdin’ me down like they gravity
i’m a big mac extra cheesy
french fries h+lla greezy
i’ll f ya breezy
(thats on me baby) yella beezy
what’s poppin’ boo boo im shaka zulu j
ust tryna find me a nefertiti
got 40 rounds in my kayta clip and i’ll spray da sh+t like it was just graffiti

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