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cappilla (remix) - killa b lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
squeeze the trigger

[verse 1: k!lla b]
now, i be poppin’ game on the b*tches ’cause they know
a pimp type n*gga’s on the motherf*ckin’ flow
so, drop it off, ho, and i’ma go up in you fast
and if you talk sh*t, you’ll get a foot up in your ass
see f*ck n*ggas fake, and players stay strong
see, pimpin’ ain’t dead, ’cause this sh*t is goin’ on
be careful when you’re rollin’ through my motherf*ckin’ set
’cause if you ain’t strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
and i bet i got some things for you p*ssy ass n*ggas
perpetrate, like you’re hard, and you never touched the trigger
but you figure you’re the sh*t, just because you wanna fight
but step to the k!lla, and your ass just might take flight
’cause i’m tired of the motherf*ckin’ fusion
so pass me the glock for the f*ckin’ execution
a pimp type n*gga, ’cause i gotta be real
you gotta come hard, unless you want to be k!lled
but you still want to play like a motherf*ckin’ ho
so now it’s time i rush your ass to the f*ckin’ floor
i ain’t playin’, what i’m sayin’ motherf*cker, is for real
you’re gonna f*ck around, and get your motherf*ckin’ cap peeled

[chorus]
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
[verse 2: k!lla b]
i spit funky, funky lyrics from my windpipe
f*ckin’ n*ggas up, when it’s time to dim the headlights
rollin’ through the mound with a half a pint of yak
then i call my n*gga e for a nice out jack
make a move, brother, stomp, plus a course of 8ball
i got the glock in the glove for your n*ggas stupid car
a pimp with the pitch, so motherf*ck a ho
i got b*tches sellin’ ass from tennessee to chicago
cali and new york, and all the seven seas
(do pimps eat p*ssy?) man, n*gga, please
i kick it like a champ, i thought you n*ggas knew it
if you got a mission to accomplish, then just do it
a n*gga doin’ wrong, but i’m still about the right things
sold a little dope, but i never had to g*ngb*ng
hang on my roadies, peepin’ game in the clip
and one in the chamber for you n*ggas on the creep tip
b*tches on my d*ck, ’cause they know, this sh*t is thick
and n*ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
so see, it’s quite simple for a n*gga that’s for real
don’t step to the k!lla, or else you’ll get your f*ckin’ cap peeled

[chorus]
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the mothaf*ckin’ cap peeler
squee*squee*squeeze the trigger
[verse 3: k!lla b]
just like my n*gga homicide, i’m paranoid, n*gga
you reach for your gat, aw sh*t, i gotta get you
see, pimps don’t play, so motherf*cker, don’t step
i’m b*tch k!llin’ hoes, ’cause i gotta hold my rep
see i’m steppin’ with my weapon on my hip, it’s a trip
everclear in my hand, and i’m walkin’ with a limp
gorilla pimpin’ b*tches in the motherf*ckin’ house
orange mound n*ggas and were gonna turn it out
for the n*ggas gettin’ buck, gettin’ so rough
when i’m peelin’ caps, i take the motherf*ckin’ dandruff
off a n*gga head, it’s drippin’ red on the concrete
notice when i’m flowin’, that i never got off beat
one time, see i kick the rhymes that make you shiver
it’s me k!lla b, the motherf*ckin’ cap peeler

[chorus]
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the motherf*ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the motherf*ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the motherf*ckin’ cap peeler
pimp n*gga, k!lla b, the motherf*ckin’ cap peeler

- killa b lyrics

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