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kutt calhoun - hit me back lyrics

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
who you be n-gga, strange and beligerant
i’m the definition of stupid crazy and iganant
kutty is always into it, never know when i’m fin to get saucy then get sh-t bossy
i take the p-ssy and christen it, p-ss it to n-gga krizz [?] and pretty soon it’s beast
f-ckin your main little squeeze, and won’t remember it, each moment intimate freaks moaning, i’m innocent
scream they want it in em. quick please. i won’t c-m in a b-tch
and even white hoes want address a brotha, caress a brotha so we just call them careful lovers
oh careful brotha, i used to slide out in the day but i ain’t tryin to slide it out with some aid
n-gga yous feelz me
i know they want some of that cloudy and naze so i just tell em and around by way it’s gonna k!ll me [x2]

[hook: tech n9ne]
if ya trippin i’m a hit’cha, betcha won’t hit me back
when i hit’cha with this tech i bet’cha won’t hit me back
i know ya hate the way i skeet in the ‘lac, three gonn’ be in the back with the semi, semi, semi

soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
(gonn’ be furious when i be checkin you!)
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo

[verse2: tech n9ne]
when i got back with the villians i got this feelin’ of togetherness, no better clique was reppin’ than harder than villian
i talked to scooby the general, he told me trippin’ was minimal because that the hardest in red, i told him fill me in
he told me rock, better yet bob runnin’ from kali from cops to kc and put the red rag and rocks on scooby’nem
infected the midwest blocks, that was 85 now i’m locked on 57th n got cowards ready to do me in
i’m 34 now, and still it’s war, how? beacuse i rep 5 6 and 7 for sure pal
and i don’t walk with my n-ggas or talk to my n-ggas no more, but me and the villians and hosses, n-ggas [?]
i’m lost in riches on tour and i’m off in b-tches and wh0r-s and i’m tossin’ liquors in florida and n-ggas in denver are sore with us
oh why? hope the crips and the bloods had n-ggas die, so how can you look me in the my eye
like cause be, because i ain’t smoked the lovely
and went to the burrial ground and burried n-ggas who loved me
that’s disrespect homie, we got respect only we don’t bludgen n-ggas to death when in you jecks homies
they put they specs on me glancin at my wrist watch
like i ain’t with deuce n nick off in this spot
like i ain’t got ties to the 5 6 block, real n-ggas that’ll k!ll you, listenin’ to slipknot
got us bustin’ out of a red impalla
n-ggas better call africa bombata
or ja, yawe, jesus, then allah, cause n-ggas gonn’ whip you like a human piñata
[?], i’m a give a n-gga necrosses, i’m hopeless when i’m in ya focus just notice my psychosis is the dopest
and i’m about to get my n-ggas back into rap, with they straps in they lap, 57 with the gat, hit me back!

soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
(gonn’ be furious when i be checkin you!)
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo

[verse3: kutt calhoun]
so i get sh-t back before i hit ya back
when i cl!ck and clack n-gga if it’s this and that
or a frick and frack
blood i can get you back
soo woo woo soo woo
and you can put a b-tch on that
i boost the view to prove that you just a batch
matter fact the dude will boost and [?]
oops i mean imposter invision that, better let it it ride or you can never hit me back. n-gga

soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo
soo woo woo soo woo woo soo woo

- kutt calhoun lyrics

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