Kill Me A Mutha

CD: Obie Trice — Second Rounds On Me
Producer: Eminem

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[ Intro ]

I told you, don’t fuck with me
stupid fuck, look at you now

Have you noticed like…when niggas go to the club its always… its one knucklehead nigga always mean muggin’ and shit…ha…you wanna, you wanna have contact with me, have contact with men, all these bitches in here, faggot ass, this for them hard head niggas man

[ Verse 1 ]

Now I don’t wanna come across as a bossy type a mafia
But these are my thoughts, they awful I won’t argue wit ya
But see I got a cause, a clause, that I live by
Keep the heater close because I don’t want to die
You see I’m from Detroit where they dump ‘em off in coffins
And often there’s assaulted men wit bullet holes departed him
And I don’t want no parts of them crazy complications
So I keep the heater cocked up in case of confrontation
And I would just be fakin’ if I said I wouldn’t erase em’
If he blatantly tried to take away god’s creation

[ Chorus ]

I kill me a muthafucka
Runnin’ up on me, may he rest in peace once released
I kill me a muthafucka
Yeah look at ya now
For runnin’ ya mouth ya stretched on the ground
I kill me a muthafucka
Ain’t no way you can stop it on that hot shit we can get it poppin
I kill me a muthafucka
I told you, don’t fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now

[ Verse 2 ]

Now I’m ridin’ through the city in a Range wit no tint
Just to show these muthafuckas yes I am a resident
And I ain’t stack up my pennies just to move out the city
So if you got a problem wit me you should know where to get me
Niggas kills me, betrayin’ that thug
My nigga you’s a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs
Before that hot piece a slug make it where you ain’t budgin
Don’t even nudge ‘em its over for cousin he caught a dozen
Just for fuckin’ wit the wrong animal
Animated no more, off to hell, yes

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 3 ]

When I’m down in A-T-L
Stat Quo keep my .44 so shawty know Obie for real
When I’m chillin’ in LA
Dre keep my AK so I’m like an esay when bangin’ that steel
When I’m out in NYC
Fifty hold artillery for me watch me shut down son and ???, listen
O bizzle hold the tech nizzle, holdin’ ya neck if you
Disrespect ??? sizzle up tissue
Missiles will not miss you
Maybe ya mama, when that pistol ups lift you

[ Chorus ]

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