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letra de take an l (remix) - blaze ya dead homie & bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
why you wanna f-ck with a psychopath? (psychopath)
with all the tools in his bag but a michael mask (michael mask)
promise this ain’t no game (no game)
legit, off-balance, we are not the same (not the same)
halloween, stop and come follow me
grab the magazine, that’s chopper dichotomy (dichotomy)
when it comes to revenge i’m a prodigy
want to take me out? i’ll be waiting at hallowbleed (hallowbleed)
n0bodies talk sh-t, can’t back it up (back it up)
we the mob, that’s like kids tryin’ to tackle us (tackle us)
bring a storm, you’ll be lost like gilligan
b-tches takin’ l’s, kentucky to michigan

[skit 1: bukshot]
hey yo! these motherf-ckers ain’t winning, dawg! y’all thought you was on top? sh-t! f-ck outta here! deadman speak on it!

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie]
so what they know about the dead? stay blessed
our code doesn’t know and we’re livin’ the best
i’m the epitome of death so they get no rest
hauntin’ like a shadow out the shade, you gon’ catch a fade
you’ll get caught up in the raid and the rapture
of the shotgun sh-ll as we put ’em out to pasture (yeah)
been talkin’ that talk without the walk
ain’t got a clue about them k!llers, how we stalking, what we do to get the w
bring the drama to your whole fam (whole fam)
army full of goats got you in a jam, squeeze ’em out is the plan
serve them all the l on a platter (on a platter)
them b-tches need to stop with the chatter
take an l
[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
they like “hey! why you f-ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
they like “hey! why you f-ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
got hitters and the mob on deck, protect (protect)
got mercs on the books, cash your checks like (like)
yeah! you ’bout to catch h-ll, dawg
yeah! you ’bout to take an l, dawg

[skit 2: bukshot]
you know what they call someone who will drop anybody, any place, anytime? on the drop of a dime? it’s an anybody k!lla. this some drive-by sh-t!

[verse 3: anybody k!lla]
want you to blacken up your eye, call me k!lla b-tch, i’m crazy
stabbing at your heartstrings, cut you up like hazy
acting h-lla devilish, the entity is coming
the evil has you worried, something wicked got you running
we underground so everyday we looking like a demon
if you know me then you know how i be every hallow-season
wolfing out with my braids loose, growling at the anger
talking like it’s funny, gonna put you in some danger
lookin’ out through a scope, about to hit you where it hurts
a bl–dy situation you can’t clean when it squirts
murder murder k!ll k!ll if you hating like a b-tch
flop your ghost in the river, have you sleeping with the fish

[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
they like “hey! why you f-ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
they like “hey! why you f-ckin’ with me?” ’cause i can (cause i can)
got hitters and the mob on deck, protect (protect)
got mercs on the books, cash your checks like (like)
yeah! you ’bout to catch h-ll, dawg
yeah! you ’bout to take an l, dawg
[skit 3: bukshot]
you ever met a motherf-cker? the second you turn around they cut your f-ckin’ throat? probably not! you still here, ain’t ya? yo dirty! that man, he don’t steal, he k!ll!

[verse 4: turncoat dirty]
trick or treat, it’s dirty at your doorbell
open up to greet me, you’ll be deader than a doornail
take an l, i’ll carve it in your forehead
leavin’ your body pale while turnin’ your motherf-ckin’ door red
insidious and now you’re lookin’ hideous
with slices in your jugular, welcome to amphibious
i’m pitiless and do not comprehend compassion
majik ninja cuttin’, slashin’, with the glock i’m f-ckin’ blastin’
all the cops that stopped at this house, pray to god i’ll pass you over
gettin’ hallows even on the last day of october
feel that tap up on your shoulder, now you ain’t feelin’ sh-t
up there with jehovah by the time you know you’re hit

- blaze ya dead homie bukshot

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