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killa klan kaze - niggas got me fucked up lyrics

chorus: dj paul [project pat] (2x)
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
[these hoes got me f-cked up]
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
these n-ggas got me f-cked up
[these n-ggas got me f-cked up]

[verse 1: project pat (dj paul)]
the murderers, robbers, here i go again y’all
triple six don’ came up when i was in the pen y’all
weak rappin’, lip flappin’ n-ggas, make ’em suck a d-ck
project pat, i’m in this b-tch, kaze n-ggas runnin’ sh-t
which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis
kidnappin’ m-th-f-ckaz, stick a burl in his lips
kiss from the mosberg, send him to another world
blew his -ss off, body floppin’ with the bl–dy curls
sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause i show no love
suckaz like to fight, but the pastor like to shoot them slugs
scrubs talkin’ sh-t, just like hoes when i ain’t, lookin’
all in a mac, conversation get your life tooken
lookin’ for some back up, trick you just star prayin’
project never slack so, b-tch i’ma start sprayin’
layin’ m-th-f-ckaz in the ground, show ’em how i clown
(them hoes gon’ die tonight man)
it’s whatever man, you know i’m down

chorus: dj paul [project pat] (2x)

[verse 2: scan man]
watch, yourself, or k!lla klan kaze forge your death
bendin’ red, from the blood you bled, spittin’ from your head
let ’em burn, cause you f-cked with this, k!lleristic clique
with no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a k!lla b-tch
one, two, three, four
wrap your hand arond his throat
squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly
’til he starts to gasp for beathe
pain, i know he feels, cause i feel it though my body
but it’s lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children
so, now the end is near
scanman stomp the holy grail
it’s my 9 to your door
so f-ck your friends and your foes
so now you feel me, n-gga
now tell me who’s the f-ckin’ k!lla behind the trigga
it’s scan f-ckin’ man, with the demons crazed in his soul
but you b-tches still don’t hear me though, so…

chorus: dj paul [project pat] (2x)

[verse 3: mc mack]
playa hatin’ cross the nation, got me facin’ situations
so many so called friends washed down the drain
through trial and tribulations
hastin’, wastin’ all your time
tryin’ to splurge your anna, come and test this mack
what all my boys don’ done, it’s did, bet these hollow tips got my back
dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack
whether it’s either fact or fiction
m-th-f-ck you a your crew, your clique
got all you hoes in st-tches
never tryin’ to brag or boast
but whoever closest to you, gon’ suffer the most
i earn my fame and fortune, gettin’ respect b-tch, coast to coast
for you cluckers it’s true i hate ya, i won’t bown down to nay n-gga
i don’ came to far to look back now trick
you couldn’t fade me with some clippers
tryin’ to tempt my f-ckin’ flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection
groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin’ open like an affection
crumb sn-tchin’, paper chasin’, i’m doin’ whatever to reach the top
it’s your name that gotta get scratched
yes it’s your -ss that gotta get popped
kamakaze, times up, get the f-ck, n-gga what
retaliation is a must, a mack for life, i gotta bust, that’s f-cked up

- killa klan kaze lyrics

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