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Whatz Ya (x9)

die everyday
So I give a
Bad
Too bad your homie got stuck
he was a
Punk ass nigga, what you do
Try luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove
So that it makes you want to slit your wrists
listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit
The groove is so you might wanna take a hit
Or kickity back and listen to the funky shit
That we kick 'cause the is on a roll
And when we stop it, we leavin' yo' soul
killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i a hoe
on the raezel i packs the mad

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real
hell naw, yo' fuckin ears open
listen for hell's
E-X-P the motha grave digga Wig splitta
Holla holla fuck ya figure
ya pleasure, I like pain
Pain's my game, I'm
me deranged, it's all the same
Watch ya burn, from the flame
the smoke
Runnin' the madness
Nigga's ain't 'cause they all wish they had this
for a insanity, still you wanna battle me
I'll bag body up and leave you burried in an alley, g
this fantasy trip bullshit
I'm 'bout to get up in that ass, bitch
House of krazees, three deap for punk the blood flows
Straight out ya noose
Takin' no shorts, in trè
So check me, up threats see
So punk, me
Loungin' and maxin', with an accent
Nigga's really where a nigga be relaxin'

Sixteen back, My one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, Whatz ya
Man, you some
Take a taste, sample this If you will
Do it, shit is so potent
I'll drive your brain your noose
You it, know when to say when
Some say they don't like my spit
From my lyrics are taggin' like a pussy, bitch
My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure or gain
Pleasure in my and so is the strange
Sucka slang, I creep, shh
I get em, gotta get em
Sleep up under the bed so I can 'em, kill 'em
My boots, strapped to my double one inch
stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick
Fuck this bullshit, I know you what I got
I know you what I get
let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch
Now ya dead the otha's want my spot
Ya' fightin' off fiends,
And Michael Myers on my
Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now me
I get's too funky, just check the drum
slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy
They're comin' to take me, and me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J,
of the game we play
Dirty lead tha way, never say ish can't
no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch
Alices and for beatin' tha predator
Soul is the asylum, of krazees is scarin' ya
Brotha's on death row life is really real like
How do ya cope with tha reality's of night
If ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure
If thatz ya pleasure deal wit it

Whatz Ya (x6)