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letra de halloween - koopsta knicca

[hook x2]
i beat the charge, now i’m back up on the rocks nigga
i swear for god i’m ’bout to motherf-cking rob nigga
i let that calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes

[verse 1]
i got a letter in the mail, it’s my brother up in jail
in the back it’s kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills
if i pay him i’ll be broke, i got costs up in court
i’ve got house rent and car notes, i’m gon’ have to sell some dope
if i don’t then man i lose, number one in ghetto rules
i’m about to act a fool, though i’m tryin’ to keep my cool
kids in school so i think i’m gon’ have to rob a bank
meditation of a stang, i’m about to bring the pain
on the walls the plans i drew, plotted, bald ’em up, pursued ’em
i don’t really want to do it, but to mell it’s nothing to it
if they move then b-tch they dead, ’cause i’m scoping with that red
children please don’t get mislead, ’cause we f-cking with the feds
yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping
then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping
guilty your honor no, i didn’t mean to cut her throat
f-cking trials and tribulations when a nigga trying to come up in this hoe

[koopsta talking]

[verse 2]
out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own
what type of friend gonna tell me “hear, don’t come no more”?
go get to loading up my ammo ’cause i’m under stress
fresh with no patience for no job, so nigga pack your vest
raise up off this pit ‘fore i click and you’ll be f-cked with
10 in memphis, it’s a curfew, guess who’s runnin’ shit
i want them ends, dividends, don’t make me stress the fact
crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back
rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window
pay the cost, drop it off, don’t make a move hoe
though i’m thinking to myself “this is a deadly sin”
yet he moved an inch, gon’ have to do his funky -ss in
i want them riches, f-ck them b-tches, trying to get a f-cking bentley
f-ck you niggas acting silly, shit, you’ll get sprayed
don’t need no f-ckin’ charge partner just to get me paid
f-ck a premeditate, make them b-tches spread in twelve ways

[outro: koopsta knicca sample]
the koopsta knicca’s a cap peeler

- koopsta knicca

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