Testo Kill-A-Head - Trick Daddy
Testo della canzone Kill-A-Head (Trick Daddy), tratta dall'album Based On a True Story
I feel like I'm too hard to die man
I feel like I can't see faded, you know
I feel like can't no nigga fade me
I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit
You know what I'm sayin
Steady gunnin got you runnin for yo damn life
I'm bustin shots wit this Glock, nigga act right
You crossed a nigga, how you playin? I'm a knotty head
The last bitch got four shots to the head
I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
His last breath, last motherfuckin heartbeat
That was the motive for the murder on the straight tip
And all you see was blood and brains every damn where
So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his legs
So I'm aimin at his face or his forehead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
Nevertheless, I'm leavin a mess, buck shots to ya chest
Hollow points leak out brains on the front seat
Fuck wit me, I'mma set ya free
Pop my trunk, check out my funk, nothin but pumps
Leave that ass smellin like raw cunt
You fuck niggas playin wit it, you gon get shot
Metro wants to know who did it
Now ain't nobody rappin to them fuckin cops
And if they do, we come and bop and lick them bloody drops
Yeah, we killin bitches not to mention snitches everyday
The 9 Glock triple platinum in the M-I-A
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
The graveyard is my home, tombstones and bones
Murder weapon extra clips, not a hearse, my Brougham
Headhuntin is my hobby, who the victim be?
And who's next on my everyday hatin spree?
My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
Quick to pull the trigga cause that's all I know
Robbin creeps, murder niggas, and just slangin dope
I got my masters in disasters, I'm like Andrew
Kick in your door, wet ya ho and ya dog too
I'm new in town, you ain't heard? My name's Jason Lee
Set fire to his ass, I had him beggin please
I went to hell, now I'm back and I'm hella fine
Take over down there and make the devil cry
I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a trophy in my mouth for every nigga I killed
I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse, all my friends, I'm after you
I crash yo party, kill yo badge, I'm some killer man
What the fuck, I'm death fucker and I'm gon kill again
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
I'm paranoid cause I'm hearin thangs
Time served, only out a few months, associated with birds
They wanna plot but I got bad nerves
Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
You wanna be there for yo kids, nigga play wit it
His grams missin, who did it? I'mma deal wit it
The fuck I care about yo shorty, fuck you been on?
Skipped town wit two pounds of my doo doo brown
Now nigga how you playin? I done counted dat
You wanted work, all you had to do was come to Knotts
My Cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flippin them dividends
Straight to me and him, you cop the Benz
Silly rabbit, you done started static
Now I gotta let you have it
Rapid fire from my automatic
You left me stuck and so you outta luck
Cause you done fucked my credit up
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Pussy nigga what? Fuck another minute
You won't get to spend it
I'm lickin shots like a dread, bitch KILLA head
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
KILLA! Killa head and the body dead
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Writer(s): Maurice Young, Adam Duggins, Marlon Hanna
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