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letra de kill you - husalah

[verse 1]
n-gga, this dope sh-t for real n-ggas to mob to
husalah, husalah, if i need to remind you
thirty-six shots with my side tooth
if it’s really on, suckas die when i slide through
plus, i got twenty-fours on the drop
knockin’ hoes on the spot, off top
n-gga, one gun go dumb blam, mob sh-t, dumb slap
everytime the husalah rap, boppers get dumb ready
i f-ck with work, not sl-ts, they both c-mmin’ heavy
white sh-t, two times on my futon
either with your wife or crack, my face a coupon
that’s low price salad tossed with croutons
hold crack in your b-tt, b-tch, the husalah
plus, i gotta left cross to slap to leave the n-gga stiff
leak a n-gga like a bootleg tape
once i rip a n-gga with this rave then his face faced his weight
everytime i get the 7 3 caprice they see the whip is way older than me
i’ll listen to this stupid freak
sl!ck rick, freaky james in the trunk
when i dump on a punk, n-gga
what, it’s young husalah

[hook]
you say one thing and do another
you ain’t like the husalah
ready for the smother, my n-ggas’ll k!ll you
my n-ggas k!ll you
you say one thing and do another
you ain’t like the husalah
ready for the funk, my n-ggas’ll k!ll you
we ready for the swalla

[verse 2]
i write music in the dark off the beat of my heart
on a cold block waitin’ for the heat to spark
itchin’ for the sun to go down ’cause when my shift will start
if it’s all in your odds keep f-ckin’ with the husalah
’cause from my stand point i’m seein’ n-ggas self destruct
it’s not cool how my day to day life go
big rims and rifles, how i got where my knife will go
it’s the violation committed by alleged defendent
my dna real mob, i’m world defendent, a world descendent
a pure husala-dominichinch, n-ggas all in chickens and potico
goes from milk that n-ggas is sniffin’
simply to make it simplistic, my build is terrific
i feel it when n-ggas try to duplicate the laced mob
i’m ressurectin’ an era of ’94
just to make it poppin’ when it’s dumb -ss back lit
we stack chips
weather we stack bricks or murder from this rap sh-t
i come through with the fifty round and clap sh-t
clap, clap, cla, clap like an audience
dome call, dome call, dome call body sh-t

[verse 3]
ever since i, i was a young buck n-gga
i ain’t ever in my life been a young punk n-gga
known for my knock outs and dumpin’ on n-ggas
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout suckas, yeah, had to beat ya, no k!llins
and that’s the way we got our stripes though
swear to god, my whole life i sold c0ke right bro
never had a chance to take a fl!ck with a prom date
never seen the tenth grade, let alone graduate
and that’s sad for ya nig but i was lovin’ it
soakin’ h-lla game from the og’s i was f-ckin’ with
mean og mac west on a late night hype
he caught a hot one, took cake, them p-ck-rwoods tried to give him life
i was out there with ruler that night
he went down, got back like 9 zips with cooked crack
these fake rappers keep dreamin’, man
most my nights i couldn’t sleep in the evenings, man
but you can only really feel me if you lived that life though
this the type of sh-t i think about at night bro
k!llin’, drug dealin’ and prost-tution
upholdin’ the fifth amendment of the const-tution
holdin’ steady with this sh-t but never got arrested
wearin’ a stop snitching shirt, n-gga, but you’re the one tellin’!
they be only gettin’ seen in remote towns
pop up in the bay and get your b-tch -ss mowed down

[outro]
this the mob, we the main event, n-gga
ya’ know what i’m sayin’?
lost a gang of my n-ggas but we gon’ keep it lit though, n-gga
you feel me?
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout k!llin’
that’s some funny sh-t

- husalah

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