Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - Killa Ova Nuttin`
Insane Clown Posse - Killa Ova Nuttin` слова песни
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Blacktrucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,hell...Yo! I`m a killaCap peelaOther bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rillaGimme all your skrillaYour keys to your rideTell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet insideAin`t no frontin`When Cell Block starts dumpin`Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin`Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin`Nigga, check nuts, `cause I`m killin` ova nuttin`Now I be ridin` with my shottyA fifth of BicardiMy nose snottyIn the partyIntentions to levitate her bodyGive a fuck who he with or who he knowLet the barrel blowOr a quarrel knowOver somethin` that he borrowed, noDo the mathOn the warpathMakin` predictions to the body countI even blast a hotty nowSprayin` couples `cause I loved youSo fuck youI don`t gang bang `cause I`m strugglin`Bee-yatch!! Yo I`m a killa ova nuttin`Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love meBuffin` on my pickle, peace, everything was lovelyForties and Swishers delivered to my doorstepEarly in the mornin`, neden on my woodpeckLivin` lavish, every call beckoned onI`m the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for dramaI killed that muthafuckin` bitch and her mamaStill doin` drive-bys and leavin` hoes for deadMisleadIs what my homeboy saidI ain`t no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.With ya whole familyOn the lawn staring at meAnd I could could give a fuck, get to lookin` at my gatGet to feindin` like a basehead, to leave you hoes flatTwo-Gats got my backKilla ova nuttin`, that`s a factGet out my face or get it slapped, bitchKilla ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulderI killed little kids and took they strollersI`m older, tie you up insteadAnd blow red lettuce out the side of your head(pa-tow!!)You could die any minuteTurn your back, and get a hollow point slug in itYou bit itOver nuttin` at allNow they serve peanuts out your skullAt barbecuesI been wonderin` what the fuck you been lookin` atYou know it ain`t no thang for me to get my gatAnd blow holes in your frame till you look like an afganBody collapsed, soul fly like Peter PanLil` Shank from the hood, raised in bad waysPeel your fuckin` cap `cause I`m havin` a bad dayHey, you can be a thug if you want toBut I`ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!