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slimm shady - skilla baby lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(whit locked and loaded)
hmm
(haha, zai, can you turn it up a little bit?)
ha

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
we gon’ see how this sh*t go when we toe*to*toe
every time we see them n*ggas, you know we gon’ up the score
when i go, i’ma take lil’ bro ’cause i know he blow
all them n*ggas chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
n*gga thought i shot my philly out, but i got one more
still don’t know which lil’ n*gga shot me, but he know he owe
they say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of bo and mike mo
you know i keep my .45, i swear this b*tch is not for show

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
four nicki on me, i ain’t picky with it, i hit you with it
just gotta come out a couple dollars, they gon’ blitz you n*ggas
gun hot but my glovеs on, i’m in the mitten with it
they say hе a p*ssy, so don’t k!ll him, f*ck it, pistol whip him
they say that they on me, i ain’t trippin’ ’cause i been on them
every time i get mad or bored, we go spin on them
every time you see that n*gga sk!lla, you see him and trim
forgis on the five, baby trippin’, tryna bend my rim
hit man like, “point them n*gga out,” i’m like, “them and them”
surgical with my sh*t, i change his face like lil kim
every week i drop another song, that’s another m
i don’t see certain rappers in my city, they like eminem
if i had to chose between them and them and them, eminem
i had to cop the plain presi’, it’s a gem
lil’ bro gettin’ shots up, man, that boy been in the gym
lil’ kids keep tellin’ me i look like sk!lla, yeah, i’m him (ha)
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
we gon’ see how this sh*t go when we toe*to*toe
every time we see them n*ggas, you know we gon’ up the score
when i go, i’ma take lil’ bro ’cause i know he blow
all them n*ggas chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
n*gga thought i shot my philly out, but i got one more
still don’t know which lil’ n*gga shot me, but he know he owe
they say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of bo and mike mo
you know i keep my .45, i swear this b*tch is not for show

[verse 2: mozzy]
yeah, wolf tickets, that’s what’s bein’ sold, these n*ggas hoes
cold feet ‘posed to be a stepper but he froze
line of scrimmage, that’s what we gon’ push if it’s a go
jump out on ’em, pound upon that p*ssy with these poles (yeah)
membership, yellow tape to suckers all i know (all i know)
dysfunctional, slightly dozin’ off, we all on dope (all on dope)
send a kite, pull on level four, i get you poked
crack a pint, he don’t get no styro’ ’cause he broke (broke n*gga)
blemishes, resume demolishin’ his folks (shh)
glass house, should i do the blades or do the spokes?
cuban links, but i still got frankies and the rope
i’m from blood gang, somehow i get love from all the locs (yeah)
g*o*d, yeeki on my person, that’s for sure
mandatory, never ran from nothin’ but parole (f*ck ’em)
sk!lla with me, motor city n*gga do the most
i got that *ism in me, break her for a trap, i’m from the ghost
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
we gon’ see how this sh*t go when we toe*to*toe
every time we see them n*ggas, you know we gon’ up the score
when i go, i’ma take lil’ bro ’cause i know he blow
all them n*ggas chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
n*gga thought i shot my philly out, but i got one more
still don’t know which lil’ n*gga shot me, but he know he owe
they say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of bo and mike mo
you know i keep my .45, i swear this b*tch is not for show

- skilla baby lyrics

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