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knock 'em off - mel-man lyrics

[verse 1]
like every black youth, you know i want money
should i get some crack and go slip up on a c’?
nah! i know a kid named “e”, who drives a black z
he’s got the most dope and he’s got the most c’
and if i get this n*gga, my life is surely straight
i’m dressin’ all black, i got the .3*8
i know he’s not aware, because he’s always slippin’
and plus he likes hangin’ out with ladies on the weekend
but let’s do it right, let’s plan this at my crib
we can’t make no mistakes ’cause i’m not trying to do a bid
okay, the sh*t is on, tonight it’s all illegal
we’re about four deep in the rented black regal
i know where he lives, just look for the car
oh, we can hit the city park, they’re right in front of the bar
now girlie’s baby sweating, like riding on his knee
just one night, that’s all, he went to sleep with little e
i put my sister on him, she’s down and set him up
she knows to stay low because we’re coming to wet him up
he came out the bar with my sister in his arms
he’s fronting for the brothers, flexing with his car alarms
he drove up, but he didn’t know he’s being tailed by
three crazy n*ggas with the psycho m*e*l
he pulled up to the house, i laid out, white mansion
i’m ready to kick the door in, go off like charles manson
my boy b.u.d. climbed up in the tree
and i walked up to the window, so i can look and see
and my sister already stabbed him, she watched the n*gga bleed
i busted through the door, she said, “[?]”, “it’s in a secret door”
she said it’s locked up in his safe, i found his loot
let’s execute, now let’s blow up the place
now he’s still bleeding, but he’s not dead
i c*cked the .38, put it right next to his head
i had to think it over before i pulled the trigger
i got nothing to lose, i’m a nothing*ass n*gga
[hook]
knock ’em off mel!, knock ’em off mel!
yo, if i k!ll this n*gga, i will have the clientele
knock ’em off mel!, knock ’em off mel!
yo, i don’t give a f*ck, i’m broke as h*ll, i might as well
knock ’em off mel!… (gunshots)

[scratch break: sample from joe tex * i gotcha]

[verse 2]
who’s the town thug? who’s the talk of the town?
they say it’s the kid that’s been beatin’ n*ggas down
everybody knows i’m the most clientele
my name rings bells on the h*i*double*l
but this guy named neil, not even from the hill
they said he used to be a bully out in monroeville
he crushed a n*gga’s throat, yeah, with his bare hands
and walked through the rally of the ku klux klan
okay, man, he’s hard, you know, i hate his sh*t
but i gotta flex with him, ’cause he’s in my district
one night i caught him steppin’, walking through my section
i snuck him with the right, then i dropped him with the left end
he wasn’t knocked out, he pulled out his weapon
(three gunshots)
oh, it’s time for armageddon, it must have been a miracle
every shot missed, i pulled out the ruger
i hit him in his hips, i have no remorse
’cause he tried to k!ll me, now i’m looking at life in a penitentiary
[hook]
knock ’em off mel!, knock ’em off mel!
yo, if i k!ll this n*gga, i will have the clientele
knock ’em off mel!, knock ’em off mel!
he would’ve k!lled me, oh, what the f*ck, i might as well
knock ’em off mel!… (gunshots)
come on…

[scratch break: sample from joe tex * i gotcha]

- mel man lyrics

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