CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Tykoon Khrist vs. Kyd Slade
My opponent is this n***a? Wow
The fact that I could find pictures of you wit' your hair dyed and fingernails painted while we was checkin' the files is crazy
I know the big homie that brought yo' ass home must really be proud
I mean, it's...it's clear that me and you got diametrical styles
You prob'ly slide in the car bangin'
But I hop out, shootin' by myself like a technical foul
sh*t, I respect that you down, but truly it's hype
See, if I lose my temper, then one of you n***as is losin' a life
That sh*t'll ruin a night
You ever seen The Other Guys?
Boy, that suppressor'll make the bang outside look like the funeral fight
So f**k you finna do?
Tell a bunch of lies that rhyme?
Stand here lookin' corny as can be?
Front 'bout how you gettin' 'em sent from over there to over here
When I know them b*t*hes is damn near 40 in the streets?
You got me f**ked up
You think you gon' look like this and T-Top me to death 'bout bricks?
You got me f**ked up
n***as love talkin' 'bout that half to a whole
But completely forget about that quarter from a eight ball
You got me f**ked up
You think you can go on a .com and find a chain like mines?
You got me f**ked up!
And I ain't got no Eazy jail stories, 'cause me and bro keep money for bond
You got me f**ked up
I'll shoot you from hugging distance
Two straps and another Biscuit
That's a rifle, and I'll send your soul on a shuttle mission!
The fact that I could find pictures of you wit' your hair dyed and fingernails painted while we was checkin' the files is crazy
I know the big homie that brought yo' ass home must really be proud
I mean, it's...it's clear that me and you got diametrical styles
You prob'ly slide in the car bangin'
But I hop out, shootin' by myself like a technical foul
sh*t, I respect that you down, but truly it's hype
See, if I lose my temper, then one of you n***as is losin' a life
That sh*t'll ruin a night
You ever seen The Other Guys?
Boy, that suppressor'll make the bang outside look like the funeral fight
So f**k you finna do?
Tell a bunch of lies that rhyme?
Stand here lookin' corny as can be?
Front 'bout how you gettin' 'em sent from over there to over here
When I know them b*t*hes is damn near 40 in the streets?
You got me f**ked up
You think you gon' look like this and T-Top me to death 'bout bricks?
You got me f**ked up
n***as love talkin' 'bout that half to a whole
But completely forget about that quarter from a eight ball
You got me f**ked up
You think you can go on a .com and find a chain like mines?
You got me f**ked up!
And I ain't got no Eazy jail stories, 'cause me and bro keep money for bond
You got me f**ked up
I'll shoot you from hugging distance
Two straps and another Biscuit
That's a rifle, and I'll send your soul on a shuttle mission!
