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silent night - gimisum family lyrics

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
ah yeah, y’all know, what time it is
skinny pimp up in this b*tch, dj paul up in this motherf*cker, finna drop part two of
“hurts village” on yo’ ass
my n*gga drive*by, deandre and hot rod up in this b*tch, so, uhm.. check it out!

[verse 1: kingpin skinny pimp]
silent night, there’s no light
that’s when i start creepin’ like a hitman
scope my man, then i toss the dynamite
my fault, you got caught
shouldn’t of been a bystander
bullet lead, in the head
to n*ggas, i got anna with
you scatter, no matter how fast you can race
it’ll bust, it’ll blow through
the back of your face
lunatic, wreckin sh*t, first i sign the contract
somethin’ like a crazy check
to place you in the kroger bag
bl**dy, suddenly, i scratch ’em off my hit list
i just wanna’ cap a n*gga
just to make my rep bigger
dangerously, anxiously
ain’t no muthеrf*ckin’ g
f*ck merry christmas
all i wanna do, is trick or treat
you ain’t cool, d*mn fool
chrome to your f*ckin’ domе
you listenin’ to the hurts village, al capone
[verse 2: 211 & dj paul]
hurts village, that’s where i’m comin’, trick
(yeah, this dj paul, k!lla*mix №12, part ii)
dope fiend, shootin’ up cops
i’ll light ya ass, with a match, b*tch
don’t be talkin’ that sh*t
the hood is the warzone
n*ggas run up, my gauge is still poppin’ cone
knife in her throat, so, choke off ya blood hoe
stomp be kickin’ the sh*t out ya ass
with a steel tone
suckas they steppin’ broke
i hope you got big nuts
ain’t a d*mn thing changed
i’m still droppin ’em n*ggas, like ducks
breakin’ your f*ckin jaw
parkin’ my fist in your grill b*tch
finger’s on the trigger, boom
drop his ass in a ditch, so get ghost n*gga
my glock will be rockin’, so bring it on
this is the hurts village, al capone

[verse 3: kingpin skinny pimp]
duck n*gga, dodge n*gga
i’mma pull the f*ckin trigger
watkins and brown, smokey city
down with the skinny n*gga
pistol grip, don’t you slip
just incase yo’ ass do
smith and wesson, don’t be guessin’
stupid ass, i thought you knew
bullet proof, f*ck you
target for destruction
keep on your vest, protect your chest
i’m aimin’ for your face, son
aww mane, i’m insane
people say, i’m crazy
bullsh*t, suck my d*ck
then i yell out “gravy”
first degree, robbery
then i kick back laughin’
rollin’ clean, ’cause i made a mean stang
now, i’m high cappin’
turn up the bump, blow a junt
then i’m kickin’ a.c
windows tinted, don’t look in it
suckas f*ckin’ nosey, leather hat, fur coat
skinny to the f*ckin’ bone
you listenin’ to the hurts village, al capone
[verse 4: 211]
hurts village, hurts village
you know the project is pimpin’
so some might get blowed up
211 is snappin’ necks
these hoes got ’em sowed up
yeah, i’m still crazy
i’m shootin’, just to see you dead
pull from the sawed off
buck shots all in ya f*ckin head
pure insanity, my flows are comin’ quick
a crazy n*gga, named 211, is who ya f*ckin’ with
i’ll battle you sissy hoe, punk motherf*ckers
you better chill, 211’s inflictin’ pain
hittin’ harder than holyfield
armed like the armor truck
don’t try to stop me, or you’ll get bucked
pimpin’ and robbin’
and droppin them suckas like ducks
211 is project born
hurts village, is where i stay
b*tches they wanna check
you know, that ya got to pay
with a capital a, now can you spell it jones?
you’re listening to hurts village, al capone
[outro: dj paul]
ah, yeah, dj paul k!lla*mix

- gimisum family lyrics

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