koopsta knicca - prepare to die lyrics
[hook: kingpin skinny pimp sample]
any n-gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
bullets they pop, suckers they drop
cause i move crack for the drive-by
[intro: koopsta knicca talking]
you n-ggas look for me? oh man
you just gon’ find out 2 things ’bout f-ckin’ with me mane
1. ya f-cked up
y’all don’t wanna f-ck with me man
i make breaking news mane
and i’m memphis, tn top most wanted motherf-cker
…
[verse 1]
koop tell the silly motherf-ckers out to get me mane
i’m talkin’ ’bout busy b-izz-ackstabbers goin’ against the grain
explain the (?) quick from koop yo deadly friend
on top of business hollows hit ’em, took ’em to the end
and then i will be blastin’ as of full of (?)
pallbearer mystic devil shyt, b-tch no comin’ back
back to the situation, crazy sh-t goin’ through my head
theres plenty anna for you n-ggas, all i see is red
hoe why you wish to play with guns? thats my type of fun
the ak hit him, ripped him, kicked him, left his body numb
hoe why you play with guns? thats my type of fun
the ak hit him, ripped him, kicked him, left his body numb
i wonder this cause i’m billy the kid, that gangsta knicca
21st century gunslinger, koopsta knicca that cap peeler
i rather start off with a murder than be a lame burglar
and if i do you hear some murder, murder, murder, murders
so i must blaze up me a
so i must blaze up me a
so i must blaze up me a blunt, keep my mind in the sky
to make your pockets swell i go sit back and tell you why
[hook: kingpin skinny pimp sample]
any n-gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
bullets they pop, suckers they drop
cause i move crack for the drive-by
[verse 2]
i’m hearin’ rumors in the streets, ey you gon’ get me mane
i’m hearin’ rumors in the streets, ey you gon’ get me mane
so i must lurk these busta b-tches, make ’em feel the pain
i’m hearin’ rumors in the streets, ey you gon’ get me mane
so i must lurk these busta b-tches, make ’em feel the pain
up on the rainbow flag (?) must get no sleep tonight
main hitter a feel surprised, this nina keep ’em hypnotized
c-ck back the hammer, blow out the candle, waitin’ patiently
triple 6 tat across my chest; i’m that ent-ty
imagine bl-izz-ack voodoo magic mixed with bl–dy trails
b-tch koopsta gangsta knicca leave more sh-lls than taco bell
you stress me trick bet you before i rest you gone be dead
not with that love and mercy sh-t, b-tch, i ain’t interested
all that about a b-tch, i go and sit back, then i laugh
the prophet posse ain’t got sh-t on the six everlast
and when you see me hoe you best to try to shake my hand
(and when you see me hoe you best to try to shake my hand)
and when you see me hoe you best to try to shake my hand
i got yo mammy, i just stuck a broom stick in yo dad
don’t make me act a fool, koop only trynna keep his cool
i do this sh-t forreal, i’m constantly makin’ breakin’ news
b-tch
[hook: kingpin skinny pimp sample]
any n-gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
bullets they pop, suckers they drop
cause i move crack for the drive-by
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