Kill Me A Mutha Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

(Scarface sample) 

I told you, don't fuck with me 

Stupid fuck, look at you now 

Yeah, ha ha, have you noticed like 

When niggas go to the club, it's always 

It's one knucklehead nigga always mean mugging and shit 

Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me 

Have contact with men, all these bitches in here 

Faggot ass, these for them hard head niggas man 

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(1st verse) 

Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia 

But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with 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 assorted men where bullets 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 him 

If he blatantly, tried to take away God's creation 

(Chorus) 

I'll kill me a muthafucka 

Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released 

I'll kill me a muthafucka 

Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground 

I'll kill me a muthafucka 

Ain't no way you can stop it, on that hot shit, we can get it popping 

I'll kill me a muthafucka 

{I told you, don't fuck with me, stupid fuck, running ya mouth} 

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(2nd verse) 

Now I'm riding through the city in a Range with no tints 

Just to show these muthafuckas yes I am a resident 

I ain't stack up my pennies just to move out the city 

So if you got a problem with me you should know where to get me 

Niggas kills me, portraying that thug 

My nigga, you's a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs 

Before that hot piece of slug make you where you ain't budging 

Don't even nudge him, it's over for cousin, he caught a dozen 

Just for fucking with the wrong animal 

Animated no more, off to hell, yes I 

(Chorus) 

(3rd verse) 

When I'm down in ATL 

Stat Quo keep my fo'fo' 

So shawty know Obie for real 

When I'm chilling in L.A. 

Dre keep my AK, so I'm like an esse 

When banging that steel 

When I'm out in NYC 

50 hold artillery for me 

Watch me shut down son and dunny 

Listen, O-bizzle, hold the Tek-nizzle 

Holding ya neck if you, disrespect Bizzle 

Sizzle up tissue, missles will not miss you 

Maybe ya momma, when that pistol uplifts you 

(Chorus)