Killa Tay – So Serious (feat Brotha Lynch Hung, Lunasicc And Marvaless) lyrics

Thug* Thisle version has a re-mastered beat and shorter ending [Killa

Tay] I'm
mastermindin the plot you, The???? spot Wicked
intentions sensin, friction when, the funk gon' pop I
tote my heat and, hold my ground They
know I clown Pistol
whippin and strippin em Down
to they riches rapin, they bitches Nigga
it's a jack, move 187, count, yo blessin Hollow
tips fire from all directions leavin, em wetted Yo
pieces deleted from existence don't, make no difference I'm
bangin like Metallica serve, any challenger With
a tre 8 caliber fuckin, em up like Algebra From
Cali to Florida call, the coroner I'm
missing in action packin, a full clip for, the bullshit I
told my nigga Lynch I got his back face What's
up now [Brotha, ?????

Lynch Hung] Killa
Tay and, I'm jackin the ditch From
the shit that get spit to take a lock on the dick Like
a red nosed pick nigga I
don't really give a shit about they life man Off
that night train Cut
they fuckin throat wit a knife man And
that's right man Leave
em layin in the cut With
they guts cut up what up Put
ya nuts up on, the shelf with no help I'm
so hell I'm so stealth (I'm, so I'm, so) Nigga
Mr, Know. where to be contacted Just
bombsack it tell, my momma how I'm actin When
I'm packin I got my practice In
I'm, off that gin losin, wind(What you waitin for) I'm
waitin for the show to begin half, past ten thirty Reverend
like James straight, up strange Shootin
range twenty, four feet Leave
you off the earth with this heat Leave
you in the street human, meat Believe
me I, still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug) Put
you in the back of the Coupe Deville Take
you to the alley shoot, to kill Fuck
that I gotta buck back(Nigga) Fuck
that(Nigga) I
ain't goin out like no zombie Nigga
smokin all that bomb weed You
possess and yes I'm, strapped like tombstone Ready
to pull out the Rafe man, clackin, wit Killa Tay Lunasicc
Marvaless, [Chorus]

Like
Jason and, Camcrystals with a pistol Chainsaw
and merchetti when the funk start we, ready Like
Jason and Camcrystals with a pistol Chainsaw
and merchetti we, serious about that fetti [Marvaless]

Paper
chase but, still credit to large accounts Survive
by the ounce all in the mix Just
as deep as it gets No, ??? counterfeits Strictly
bout my six but, don't ever doubt it My
niggas is bout it For
the love of the money and game Shakin
you niggas is funny It's
just somethin about the, way the game get spit Cali
niggas find a In??? for, the scrilla strictly ballin I
figure a bitch nigga be the first to test The
first to get blessed Not
the one to stress I'm too complex And
my mind-state no, contest Hot
what I do so it takes a god to do what I must Never
had no trust Cuz
niggas will snitch Go
on some other shit real quick Scholar
bout, that dollar make, you holla make, you feel it Drop
wit Killa we, the realest Cali
niggas runnin the chain up [Lunasicc]

Double
C the, gangsta with the Glock in the cut Identify
the busta aim, first then, I bust Creepin
with the mask blast, on any nigga that move Put
my bitch in the back seat cuz, my ap need room I
got a real crew of niggas ain't, no punks in my squad Bitch
to, get away drive, but, don't leave till the bank get robbed I
wear Khaki Pants Levi, Jeans and, Hilfiger's Puttin
em on they back like they drunk off liquor So
throw them rags up If
niggas trippin we, catch em slippin hold, them 9's up Blast
on they ass flash, on they ass Light
my weed up I, like to get away high On
the cut postin like Pac Niggas
scream til I die I'm, no lie [Chorus]

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