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pizzle - kilwaukee lyrics

[pizzle:]

know a couple n-ggas on the northside
and some gds throwing forks high
run up on a n-gga let the torch fire, i show u a round like a tour guide
yelling murda, murda like ja rule and gotti
think i’m finna go and join illuminati
in another year i’m buying two bugattis
older brother with me, letting off the shotty
ready to bam bam, give a n-gga bigelow
i’m running up the money, getting green like i’m piccolo
i pick a ho to d-ck a ho
my n-gga selling white like a liquor store
look at your n-gga, he be cuffing her though
and i thought y’all was bros
i was you, i would’ve told him
that that b-tch a runner, she done been through block
i would’ve thought it was kwanzaa, how the b-tch gave me top
all i know ‘bout is jayers, i don’t call them thots
everything these n-ggas sell you be light
got a thick chick, got a little cellulite
i ain’t trippin doe, as long as she gone l!ck it ‘fore stick doe
thought you with the sh-ts, but my n-ggas on laxative
clips in the mac, like i’m transferring footage
these n-ggas thought they could f-ck with me, they couldn’t
n-ggas thinking my b-tch was gone go, but she wouldn’t
was fifteen when a n-gga upped strapped on me, footed it
the opposite direction, i was shopping for a smith & wesson
knew some n-ggas in the hunnits, got it popping over nothing
in the summer, bodies dropping over nothing
i had beef wit a couple of n-ggas who up in cell, they serving a l right now
n-ggas rode through they block with no heat
fought the whole hood, we was blocking the street
a n-gga tried to push me in front of a bus
it missed me, what a blessing, i thought it was luck
heard two years later this n-gga shot a chick in the face
i’m thinking to myself, “what the f-ck?”
i done been in so much drama/
the police was bringing me home to my mommma
remember them n-ggas surrounded my house
and my daddy pulled up with that 380 on em
man you know that n-gga know a
couple n-ggas on the eastside and some latin kings on the southside
run up on a n-gga let the torch fire, i show u a round like a tour guide
yelling murda, murda like ja rule and gotti
think i’m finna go and join illuminati
in another year i’m buying two bugattis
older brother with me, letting off the shotty

yeah
rest in peace to everybody who lost their life in this bullsh-t
fox 6, what up

- pizzle lyrics

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