Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Kill A Head lyrics

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I feel like I'm too hard to die man
 I feel like I can't see faded  you know?
 I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
 I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit
 you know what I'm saying?

 Blaaah!
 Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
 I'm busting shots with this glock  nigga act right
 You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head
 The last bitch got 4 shots to the head
 I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
 Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat.
 There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
 And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where
 So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)

 Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x)

 Buddy Roe
 Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
 nevertheless
 I'm leaving a mess
 Nigga, fuck your chest
 Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat
 Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
 Pop my trunk check out my funk
 Nothing but pumps,
 Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
 You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted
 Metro wants to know who did it
 Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops
 And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
 We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
 The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA

 Kill-a-head and the body dead (4x)

 The graveyeard is my home
 Tombstones and bones
 Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone
 Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be
 And who's next on my everyday headless spree
 My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
 Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
 Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know
 Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope
 I got my masters in disaster
 I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too
 I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee
 Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please
 I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied
 Took over down there made the devil cry
 I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
 I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
 I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
 I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you
 I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man
 What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again

 Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x

 Buddy Roe

 I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs
 Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
 They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
 Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
 You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
 It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it
 So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
 Nigga you been naughty
 You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
 Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
 You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
 My cuban friend want his ends
 Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
 Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
 Rapid-fire from my automatic
 You left me stuck so now you out of luck
 'Cause you done fucked my credit up

 (Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

 Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it
 I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head

 Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Slip-N-Slide Records

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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