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60 seconds assassin - dj kay slay lyrics

g*force
what’s up slay?
i need you to make a hit for me
talk to me
four suspects
who?
busta rhymes, layzie bone
who else?
twista, jaz*o
i got ya
there they go, take the shot
take the shot
d*mn

when i come and i hop and i skip and i rhyme
and i dumb and i drop and i spit and i shine
ayy*ayy*ayy, n*gga, what you really wanna do?
you ain’t knowin’ that i’m comin’ to take what’s mine
every time i come to hit you with a little bit of k!lla
better know that you can never ever see me, little n*gga
while i’m at the top, i will never stop when a n*gga pop
see the way i run it, and lеave a n*gga bitter
y’all know when i do my thing and i bang
bidi*boom with a bomb and a bing
evеrybody know that when it comes to the sh*t, i gotta spit
motherf*cker, better crown me king!
with a passion and a lot of action
see the way ya grab ’em, how you do it?
then they wanna ask him how a n*gga smash ’em
see the way ya have ’em, drag ’em to it
hey*hey*hey*hey*hey*hey
now you gotta know what a n*gga do all day
count bread, make a n*gga wanna bounce heads
when i drop heat in these streets, okay?
you shifty with a gearshift gimmick
and i hope a lot of n*ggas live near a clinic
it don’t really matter who you wanna ask about me
’cause i be the fiercest with it
while i’m givin’ you the final chapter
with a lot of laughter, see the way i capture
everybody probably tellin’ you the same sh*t you don’t really wanna come after
now i suggest you listen whenever you hear that i be up in the buildin’
trust me, this is not the place for you to bring yo’ children
the b*o*n*e, we got plenty of flows
from cleveland, ohio, we rollin’ on vogues
they told me this record was only for pros
so layzie gon’ get m.v.p., i suppose
foes slammin’ them cadillac doors
my story the coldest that ever been told
sit back while i tell it, it’s thuggish we blaze
forever i’m young and it’ll never get old
poppin’ a bottle, rosé when i ball
smell the aroma, just follow your nose
we thug on the corner from night ’til the sun up
you run up, get done up, i’ll let it explode
blow only where gangstas roll
so, homie. we smash around and we crash, collide
whoever don’t wanna be foes, oh
o.g. status, still got money up under the mattress
n*gga come get it, i’ll stick like cactus
money so tall them n*ggas need ladders
try to come close but they never could match us
so catch us, we the masters
y’all already know how we do it on the clair
they never compare, we livin’ on our statures
willin’ to bet ya, when i twist and bust
n*gga come through with twist and bust
n*gga been famous they know to aim it
they spittin’ my language, adrenaline rush
feminine n*ggas i mentally crush
back to the dust, we win in the clutch
just slipped through to spit some real thug sh*t
now i be the coldest on the island, country, or on the peninsula
hit them with the venom and then i’ma disintegrate ’em or fade ’em
f*ck ’em ’cause i hate ’em
i’m hot, if you not, check the temperature
made it with kay slay, drop the bomb on ’em when he put me on the track
and i’ma show ’em who was out when i make ’em go commit suicide just like a phantom
i’m doin’, i’m about to get into it
i’ma open the door ’cause i’m dope with the flow
never know how far my blow was to go
i’ma eat a b*tch up and i hope for some mo’
so long is the poem, i’m never no hoe
you can go check the portfolio
kay slay’ll just slap the f*ck out you
and then i’ma stick ’em, you know we can go
i’m cold so go get your coat
this be the season for n*ggas that’s sneezin’ and snoozin’
and if you keep testin’ me you gon’ be
catchin’ a beatin’ and bruisin’, what’s up?
look at the mojo and look at the swag
get a look at all the vernacular
things i be doin’ cause i’ma stay infamous so they be callin’ me dracula
oops, i mean blackula when i’m attackin’ ya
pullin’ up on ’em up in the new acura
or new panamera or new superleggrawith the pinot grigio seats
i see when you n*ggas be hatin’
so the next time when you see me don’t speak
now you know not to send me no beat
’cause i’ma k!ll it and murder anybody that’ll
wanna get it where they wanna get up in it ’cause i be the realest
i’m a menace all the way up to the finish
make an enemy diminish when i get up
in the battle even if it gotta be up on the block
2010 hip*hop, the sh*t don’t stop
just slipped through to spit some real thug sh*t
what can it be? rappers and thuggin’ on beats
none of ’em keepin’ it street
look at them calves, all of them wanna be bulls
none of ’em ready for beef, what about me?
been through the pain, sorted the lames, keep it the same
sk!llful syllables k!ll
my rhymin’ technique is impeccable still
anybody ever wanna run up will get done up in a
hurry, got a flurry, i’ma hunt ’em for the come up
with a bang you better run from the one until you permanently feel it
i will live it, idiots gettin’ it
the originator gotta keep it greater, keep the fader for the haters
n*gga real for real the all*time thriller
ready rockin’ the death of it definite on it cookin’ and cheffin’ it (ooh)
takin’ over the world, i’m makin’ off with your girl
motherf*cker recognize the n*gga hugh heff’in it
doin’ what you never did at double time, triple time
president, ain’t n0body better in the residence
cream of the crop, seein’ it stop
over the top, bringin’ the soul, makin’ it pop
got a old school banger make you do the wop
got a louisville slugger make you diddy*bop
ever incredible gotta keep it way ahead of you
screamin’ at my n*ggas in the clink doin’ federal
no trip, no travesty
i caught a l!ck now i’m up like anti*gravity
spit words from the brain like charity
if hip*hop was a broad, she’d marry me
gotta keep it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the b*tter
make it hot, you can toast word to mother
just slipped through to spit some real thug sh*t

- dj kay slay lyrics

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