Kill-A-Head: accordi di
Trick Daddy
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Verse 1
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I feel like I'm too hard to die man,
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I feel like I can't see faded, you know?
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I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
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I feel like I'm the hardest nigga
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to walk the earth and shit,
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You know what I'm saying?
Verse 2
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Blaaah!
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Steady comin got you runnin
for your damn life
I'm busting shots with this
glock, nigga act right
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You crossed this nigga how you
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playin I'm a naughty head
Verse 3
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The last bitch got 4 shots
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to the head
I squeezed off and watched
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his brain hit the concrete
Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat.
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There was no motive for
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the murder on the straight tip
Verse 4
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And all you can seen was blood and
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brains every damn where
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So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or
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his face or his forehead (killa!)
Verse 5
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Kill- a- head and the body dead (2x)
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Buddy Roe
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Come down, your best bet is
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to sport a vest
Nevertheless
Verse 6
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I'm leaving a mess
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Nigga, fuck your chest
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Hollow points leaving brains
on the front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set
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you free nigga
Verse 7
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Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps,
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
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You coochie niggas playing with
it you gon get shitted
Verse 8
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Metro wants to know who did it
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Now ain't nobody rapping
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to the fucking cops
And if they do we coming back
for 'lick them blood clots
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We killing bitches not to men
tion snitches everyday
The 9 glock triple platin
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um in the MIA
Interlude 1
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Verse 9
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Kill- a- head and the body dead (4x)
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The graveyeard is my home
Tombstones and bones
Murder weapons is the case now don't
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hearse my bone
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Headhunting is my hobby who the
Verse 10
victim be
And who's next on my
everyday headless spree
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My gravedigger got a fade
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with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak
Verse 11
for them dreadlocks
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Quick to pull a trigger 'cause
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that's all I know
Robbing creeps raping
hoez and just slanging dope
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I got my masters in disaster
I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad,
Verse 12
your dawg too
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I'm new in town your ain't
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heard man Jason Lee
Satisfied to his ass I had
him begging please
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I went to hell now I'm back
and I'm hellafied
Verse 13
Took over down there made the devil cry
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I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a trophy in my mouth
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for every bitch I killed
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I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse and my friends,
Verse 14
I'm after you
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I crash your party kill your bed
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smoke some killer man
What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up,
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and I'm 'on Kill again
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Verse 15
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Kill- a- head and the body dead 4x
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Buddy Roe
I'm paranoid 'cause
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I'm hearing thangs
Time served only out a few months,
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associated with birds
Verse 16
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They want to plot, but I got bad nerves
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Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
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You want to be there for your kids,
nigga play with it
It's grounds missing who
did it? I'mma deal with it
Verse 17
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So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
Nigga you been naughty
You skipped town with two
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pounds of my doo- doo brown
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Naw nigga how you playing
I done counted that
Verse 18
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You wanted work, all you
had to do is fucking ask
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My cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flipping the dividends
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straight to me and him you cop a benz
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Silly rabbit you don't started stabbing,
now I got to let you have it
Verse 19
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Rapid- fire from my automatic
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You left me stuck so
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now you out of luck
'Cause you done fucked my
credit up
Verse 20
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(Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
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Coochie nigga what fuck another
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minute you won't get to spend it
I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch,
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Kill- a- head
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Verse 21
Kill- a- head and the body dead
Outro 1
[Repeat: x 4]
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