Im'ma Kill This Nigga

[Intro] Collect Call from "Rosco" Shit man, I'm tired of eating these cheechees boy, I'm gonna get something to eat, some good food, pussy, something like that Yo, what's the deal nigga you keep calling these motherfucking collects and shit nigga? Aye, yo, urm. Is Mika there? Man hell no Mika ain't here nigga Yo who the fuck is this? Man this Liva nigga Liva? Yeah, my name Liva nigga You bitch as nigga, ay man this Rosco, put my bitch on the phone Man, get the fuck out of here man, she cool on you nigga. Fall back Man watch the words that come out yo motherfuckin' mouth man Yeah, whatever man Yo man, you might get hurt man Whatever, Whatever "You wanna settle it right here?" [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] Me and Mika I guess the world-a [?] my girl, I mean She my heart, my companion, a rider She thorough like no other chick I know She like my nigga, when we kicking it But oh so tender, she surrenders when I'm hitting it She don't condone the work I do; Hustling, was hurt a few Years ago, some nigga named Scope Was a hard-hitter I left a little work at her crib A little paper I owe I scoop it later, I ain't Really tripping doe [Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain} I'm fresh home from a 1 of 3 I did in the [?] correctional facility Got caught with a small 2.3 grams I cooked up How they get hooked up? Mika and this bag, probably had it when I got booked up She still live at her mother's And since her brother got kicked out With me down, he supposed to be the man of the house now? I think I'll give him a visit I still know where they living Knock at the door "Hi Mom" "Where you been?" "In prison !" Talk my way in, walk to the room. What's this? [?] a Smith and West forty, a fully loaded clip Any nigga can get it. I got something for 'em An appointment with the surgeon Back of an alley or a backstreet, I [Chorus: Ab-Liva] Im'ma kill this nigga Oo I can't wait Im'ma kill this nigga If there's beef, then there's war in the streets If it's on, then it's war with your peeps Until every shot cease Ain't no calling police [Verse 3: Ab-Liva] This nigga violating Robbed my girl's crib, got my work Got my burner, got the cash I was slipping He got my ass, I was flipping I got the mask, I was dipping I got the blast, I was tripping I wouldn't listen to reason, and then it flashed A vision was positioned. I'm sitting in clear glass With a ten, all I hear is him taking his last gasp But my pride-a-make me ride, I'm sinning, a clear mask That my forty five long, that a [?] you like tear gas [Verse 4: Rosco P. Coldchain] I'm back with two strips A new mac, an even newer clique And I think that nigga Liva, he know what time it is I'm back on the map, thanks to you And Mika, he can keep her, already had your boo But I got something even more viable I got his pride in my hands, his money in my stash, and I ain't worried about a thing I ain't living in the past, my future plans? Keep it trucking. If we meet again, Imma trunk I'm, double pump him This ain't Pharell, and I ain't fronting Only time will tell, I ain't bluffing I will snuff 'em If I get a chance to, slump 'em If I get a chance to, I just purchased a forty one caliber and I want to see what these slugs do [Chorus: Ab-Liva] Im'ma kill this nigga Oo I can't wait Im'ma kill this nigga If there's beef, then there's war in the streets If it's on, then it's war with your peeps Until every shot cease Ain't no calling police [Verse 5: Ab-Liva] I went from South West to North That 18th to Oxford His Grandma's spot, where he sounding [?] not hard That little ass strip Where they say he play the block hard That little ass vest on his chest I hope it block hard [Rosco P. Coldchain] So you searching for me? Who the fuck he think he is? He looking from me This flea is barking up the wrong tree Nigga, I did what I did It is what it is He went to my block, even came to my grandma's crib [Ab-Liva] I'm on the low Rented out, tinted out Burner on my lap, with the window cracked, scoping for this nigga [Rosco P. Coldchain] It's whatever, Imma shoot your ass to the promised land And when you meet the lord tell 'em Scope sent you there [Ab-Liva] Or i'll send his ass first, but if worst comes to worst [Rosco P. Coldchain] Burners gonna burst and someone's gonna end up in the hearse [Ab-Liva] The worst mistake, a nigga make [Rosco P. Coldchain] Is to doubt you [Ab-Liva] I'll see you in hell [Rosco P. Coldchain] And it won't be the same without you [Outro] Hey, that nigga over there... Hey Liva Bitch ass nigga Somebody got it nigga Get this motherfucker (gunshots) YEE HOMIE YEE (gunshots) OO OOOOOO (gunshots) OOO YOU MOTHERFUCK (gunshots and bombs drop)