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mista mc - timez up! lyrics

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[verse one]
this is fo my lowridas h-t’n them switches
getting booty calls from them big booty b-tchs
you spit that real sh-t you best stand by it
you f-ck with mista mc i’m goin start a riot
now you came up to my face so i had to rearranged it
you lost ya life now and you m-th-f-ck’n can’t change sh-t
you knew i was lethal and i’m deadly like a pill
but when you f-ck with me it’s like a bad drug deal
i’m all about slangin some records f-ck narcoudics
take ya familys bodys and tape’m up in some boxes
the hood i claim is the 619 till the day i die
in the hood you lost your life now it’s time to say bye
drive bys happen redeemly death is eternady
talk’n sh-t so i burned your family in a inferno g
you can’t deny it i met nate d-o double g
at the same time i’m ready to kill for my scrille
i speak to my folks creep around the back and we strapped
we leap the fence and seek defense and then we blast
like the icons say we always getting f-cked up
while i bust shots at your crew so they get bucked up

[chorus: x4]
your crew is getting shot up
your hoe is getting d-cked up
your familys getting taped up
and you shut the f-ck up

[verse two]
death isn’t a happy thing but it’s gotta m-th-f-ckin happen
b-tch -ss m-th-f-ck’n talk’n sh-t so they gettin slapped then
talk’n sh-t well you should know it don’t impress me
drivin to fast to pull me over to har-ss and arrest me
they can’t catch me cuz i’m reloading bullets freely
dispersing slugs at pigs and poppin sh-t not meaningly
i don’t give a f-ck where they fly just make a pig die
send that m-th-f-ck’n from the earth to the blue sky
if he was on earth worshiped jesus and got baptized
if he didn’t he’s goin have to goto h-ll and f-ckin realized
no one lives a nice life with me by they f-ckin side
either way you goin die by a homicide or suicide
i’m ready to ride pistols collide and m-th-f-ckas ready to die
this ain’t no natural high m-th-f-cka this a homicide
bullets dispers hollow tips bustin up some f-ckin shirts
leavin ya whole click punk b-tch up in some dirt

[chorus]

[verse three]
i’m ready to ride for my click as ya b-tch sucks da d-ck
with whip cream on my sh-t and my d-ck on her click
you suck on the d-ck and then i slob with the t-ts
get the tounge and play with the click and that’s half of it
behind over b-tch and take it dozens of -rg-sms no fakin
while i’m f-ck’n ya girl i’m makin moves paper-chasin
we in the shower with water all of your body you hottie
i’m lickin ya stomach while bodys getting so rowdy
it’s the -rg-sms that are kickin with my d-ck i’m stickin
both of are bodys are clickin as our thoughts start thickin
we in the bed sweety and you call’n me f-ckin master
tell’n me to f-ck you harder and much m-th-f-ck’n faster

[chorus]



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