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pop'em - kilo-g lyrics

[intro]
d.o.t. m-th–f-cka
lomo five [?]
peace out to my cousin loc and that m-th–f-ckin [?]
don’t ever let my nine, uh

[verse one]
the world is mine and i don’t even know it yet
from ever side of the game i face death
m-th–f-ckas that i try to [?]
that’s why i instantly fell in love with my heat
a.k.’s clip but i have no knowledge of this
until a cheesy rat from the rat pack ratted out his own clique
and kicked me down with the plot
but fool i’m two steps ahead thinking [?]
creepin down my block with the c-ck glock ready to booyaka booyaka n-gga [?] you know
kept the airflow i obtained on the down-low
wanting to disregard, then i thought hard
if i get into it with this man and take his life
would that be it for me? would that be it for me?
would the penitentiary be in my future
if i had to [?] m-th–f-cka with my ruger
cause fool i’d rather do ya, than deal with ya
just like my big ol’ n-gga bun b from b.a.t. but y’all don’t feel me though

[hook]
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
don’t ever let my 9 catch your temple, n-gga
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
don’t ever let my 9 catch your temple, n-gga
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 hit your temple, n-gga
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 hit your temple, n-gga

[verse two]
with my back against the [?] up with the squad then you might catch a [?]
right to left it’ll [?]
i promise if i don’t get to that [?] squeeze the [?]
i’mma throw them things and knock you to your knees with my [?]
cause all these bustas tryna k!ll me and what’s happening?
gotta be saving my neck so it’s them things that i be grabbing
if they wanna play with toys [?] toys ‘r’ us
the d.o.g., fools straight k!ller come test [?]
we put down the m-th–f-cking mic so we can go
cause ain’t no studio in [?]

[hook]
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 catch your m-th–f-ckin’ temple
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 catch your m-th–f-ckin’ temple
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 catch your m-th–f-ckin’ temple
it’s just that simple, pop you like a pimple
so don’t ever let my 9 catch your…

[verse three]
[?], that i’m official
[?] -ss in a blood pool m-th–f-cka
just ’cause a n-gga don’t talk that sh-t, i’d rather walk that sh-t
and let the pistol meet your face b-tch
round one, round two m-th–f-ckin three four
now all remains are your brains paintin’ up the floor
it’s all good when [?] tonight
but i got my n-gga skull duggery rollin’ in the ride with me
[?] to the mac-o just scoop that n-gga jack-o
jack’s just what we should call him cause that’s what he be hauling
totin’ on blunts and snorting powder to get high
but now my demons are feining and ready for the fight
i’d rush out right as we dip through the city
rolling back to the hood where the n-gga said he would k!ll me
well let’s [?]
cause i be f-cked if they gone get me, and i don’t catch [?]
pull out my pistol and poppers ’til all my enemies droppa
cl!ck clack my sh-t shot, home and f-cked my b-tch
cause a (n-gga)
fool it’s just that simple
don’t ever let my 9 catch your temple, n-gga

[outro]
1995 shouts out to the n-gga who think i’m [?]
[?] yous a b-tch
if you think a n-gga can’t come with that rich
shouts out to all my n-ggas who buy my tape
and if you don’t buy my tape you will get raped ya biatch
lil bo 5 [?]
suck a n-gga d-ck then get the f-ck off me hoe
n-gga all these b-tches in the house
i’m riding to f-ck [?]

- kilo g lyrics

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