Kill Your Ass

(Chorus) I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what) I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass [Trick Daddy] I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker Some little boney motherfucker You killed my homie motherfucker So what a real nigga 'posed to do Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful Now you fucking with the wrong nigga I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherfucking trigger Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody Need nobody but my shottie See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone Therefore I'm ridding for 'em I'm putting holes in you cocksucker I'm closing shop on your block with this Glock sucker Won't be no serving on this corner Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner I gives a fuck about your homie You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping And vertebras going to be rocking And I'm a.. (Chorus) [Trick Daddy] I gives a fuck that you getting do I gives a fuck bout your hoe, gives a fuck bout who she know Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained And slanged about my cocaine I know some niggas, who want to smoke He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherfucking macking Just me and my workers in a circle And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass (Chorus) x4