Kill Your Ass

Kill Your Ass Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a f**k around and kill yo ass
I'm a f**k around and kill yo ass
f**k around and kill yo ass (say what)
I'm a f**k around and kill yo ass

[Trick Daddy]
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherf**ker
Some little boney motherf**ker
You killed my homie motherf**ker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every b**ch close to you
And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you f**king with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherf**king trigger
Cause I ain't f**king with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you c**ks**ker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a f**k about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a..

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
I gives a f**k that you getting do
I gives a f**k bout your hoe, gives a f**k bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained,
And slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas, who want to smoke,
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherf**king macking
Just me and my workers in a circle,
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya
And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya,
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass
Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass

[Chorus x4]