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killa b - cappilla (remix) lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
squeeze the trigger

[verse 1: k!lla b]
now, i be poppin’ game on the b+tches ’cause they know
a pimp type n+gga’s on the motherf+ckin’ flow
so, drop it off, ho, and i’ma go up in you fast
and if you talk sh+t, you’ll get a foot up in your ass
see f+ck n+ggas fake, and players stay strong
see, pimpin’ ain’t dead, ’cause this sh+t is goin’ on
be careful when you’re rollin’ through my motherf+ckin’ set
’cause if you ain’t strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
and i bet i got some things for you p+ssy ass n+ggas
perpetrate, like you’re hard, and you never touched the trigger
but you figure you’re the sh+t, just because you wanna fight
but step to the k!lla, and your ass just might take flight
’cause i’m tired of the motherf+ckin’ fusion
so pass me the glock for the f+ckin’ execution
a pimp type n+gga, ’cause i gotta be real
you gotta come hard, unless you want to be k!lled
but you still want to play like a motherf+ckin’ ho
so now it’s time i rush your ass to the f+ckin’ floor
i ain’t playin’, what i’m sayin’ motherf+cker, is for real
you’re gonna f+ck around, and get your motherf+ckin’ cap peeled

[chorus]
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
[verse 2: k!lla b]
i spit funky, funky lyrics from my windpipe
f+ckin’ n+ggas up, when it’s time to dim the headlights
rollin’ through the mound with a half a pint of yak
then i call my n+gga e for a nice out jack
make a move, brother, stomp, plus a course of 8ball
i got the glock in the glove for your n+ggas stupid car
a pimp with the pitch, so motherf+ck a ho
i got b+tches sellin’ ass from tennessee to chicago
cali and new york, and all the seven seas
(do pimps eat p+ssy?) man, n+gga, please
i kick it like a champ, i thought you n+ggas knew it
if you got a mission to accomplish, then just do it
a n+gga doin’ wrong, but i’m still about the right things
sold a little dope, but i never had to g+ngb+ng
hang on my roadies, peepin’ game in the clip
and one in the chamber for you n+ggas on the creep tip
b+tches on my d+ck, ’cause they know, this sh+t is thick
and n+ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
so see, it’s quite simple for a n+gga that’s for real
don’t step to the k!lla, or else you’ll get your f+ckin’ cap peeled

[chorus]
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the mothaf+ckin’ cap peeler
squee+squee+squeeze the trigger
[verse 3: k!lla b]
just like my n+gga homicide, i’m paranoid, n+gga
you reach for your gat, aw sh+t, i gotta get you
see, pimps don’t play, so motherf+cker, don’t step
i’m b+tch k!llin’ hoes, ’cause i gotta hold my rep
see i’m steppin’ with my weapon on my hip, it’s a trip
everclear in my hand, and i’m walkin’ with a limp
gorilla pimpin’ b+tches in the motherf+ckin’ house
orange mound n+ggas and were gonna turn it out
for the n+ggas gettin’ buck, gettin’ so rough
when i’m peelin’ caps, i take the motherf+ckin’ dandruff
off a n+gga head, it’s drippin’ red on the concrete
notice when i’m flowin’, that i never got off beat
one time, see i kick the rhymes that make you shiver
it’s me k!lla b, the motherf+ckin’ cap peeler

[chorus]
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the motherf+ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the motherf+ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the motherf+ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n+gga, k!lla b, the motherf+ckin’ cap peeler

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