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| Cam'ron S.D.E. Come Kill Me [skit] Yo Weez wasup man Yo word man, you hear them niggas man, them niggas is pussy man, word man What happened? What happened? Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man T-Today, I... Straight like that today man We gon murder them niggas man Assed out man I heard they do they thing though Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man No doubt [HOOK:] You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo [Verse 1] Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it So, chain danglers, are in danger When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss Though, motherfucker we was prone to die Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker [HOOK:] You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six [Verse 2] Ayo they used to call me "Work Out" Cuz before I brought my work out, I used to work out Niggas wanna make deals, na na I want work out Now murk out, before you get cursed out Bangin they fun, same as the sun Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court Mean thoughts all over a teen porch Wait, don't have to tell you shit Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit? Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money But everything's gonna to be all right, why Cuz every ring's gonna be all ice and You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up [HOOK] [Verse 3] This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing] Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing] Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing] Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing] And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing] Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing] Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing] Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing] Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch ?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed! Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you! [HOOK] |
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