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gotta make a killin' - dj violence lyrics

[chorus: reddog]
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’

[verse 1: reddog]
told him i was [?] and now they won’t leave me alone
now i gotta cl!ck and
then i sn*tch somebody’s herringbone
that n*gga must thought i was playin’
then he looked and smiled at me
grabbed the victim by his throat
and hung ’em from a f*ckin’ tree
mane, i’m like a predator, i rip you up like limb from limb
comin’ at you like a animal, this pistol make a k!ll
civilized and smart, i grip my gat, and slip it on my hip
got the clip up in my hand, so it can’t go off on me, b*tch
that’s why i protect myself, and watch my back in every way
havеn n*ggas better watch they ass, ‘causе b*tch, i’m on my way
now them n*ggas who been thinkin’ some day i’ll approach they ass
but they never know because i’m creepin’, when i’m on my task
comin’ out the cut, mane, with my yawk, you better watch your step
mane, it’s gon’ be fatal, f*ck with me, i bet you’d be disabled
n*ggas try to go a ho but then they learn the hard way, see
it’s that n*gga reddog, that be cl!ckin’ when you testin’, g
got the nine, glock in my hand, and busta n*ggas wanna trip
grip my gl’izz’ock tightly just in case them n*ggas think they’re sl!ck
deadly, i’m like freddie, take care of business when i’m havin’ some
ain’t no need for bustin’, ain’t no bitin’, ’cause i’m still the one
bustin’ caps right until now, mane, that’s how the story go
hit that ho for her 15, my n*gga, now it’s time to roll
gotta make a k!llin’, now i’m knowin’ that i’m doin’ wrong
crank my mothaf*ckin’ tone, just hopin’ that this sh*t be on*
[chorus: reddog]
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’

[verse 2: reddog]
rollin’ down the street, bumpin’ with my six by nine speaker
n*ggas on the f*ckin’ creep will watch me grab my street sweeper
system up too loud, plus, i’m high off that f*ckin’ ink
thinkin’ of another insane murder i committed, g
as i blast back, now i’m smilin’ in their f*ckin’ face
wishin’ i could split somebody throat with my switchblade
then i cl!ck and all of a sudden, i’m out that f*ckin’ trance, man
lookin’ at my gat hand, time to get some gas, man
stop at sh*lls to fill up my tank, mobbin’ down the avenue
drinkin’ on that f*ckin’ brew, now it’s time to smoke, fool
chicken in my system, i dismissed ’em, ’cause i f*cked around
mothaf*ckas talkin’ sh*t, so b*tch, i had to lay it down
it’s so easy how i did it, ’cause it’s just the way of life
it’s like takin’ candy from a baby, runnin’ them hoes late night
i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll cl!ck up on my rival ho
shoot a n*gga in the face, now you know it’s time to roll
bullets to anatomy, it’s another strategy
i don’t give a d*mn, b*tch, they ain’t finna cap to me
born with a tally, comin’ through the valley
do you understand it? [?] command it
took care of my business, never leave a witness
n*ggas on my d*ck, b*tch, take ’em off the [?]*
[chorus: reddog]
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, gotta make a k!llin’
gotta make a k!llin’, b*tch, i gotta make a k!llin’

- dj violence lyrics

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