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The Big H lyrics

I'ma bring it every day til' I X ya out now
See with that guerrilla rappin', got ya in two
Some shit you can't handle, so nigga fuck you

Wanna be gangsta? Killer type nigga?
Betcha any money, you gonna die tonight, nigga
Ya must don't know who you fucking with
Lil' Turk young and thuggin' and that nigga Mack 10

I'll put your family in it, yeah, I plays it raw
You'd do it to me, so I don't give a fuck
I'm a young nigga, don't let the age fool ya
Two double O one, that's the ones that'll do ya

Nigga find you, I'm on the phone with him
What he coming this way?
Whatch how quick I will split him
And when I shoot nigga, look shoot to kill
Call it a murder 'cause you ain't gonna live

Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer

I'll make you disappear as if you dissolved
My problems solved, it's the 44 revolve
I squeeze nigga, please nigga, shit
Ya'll could never fuck with none of these niggas

You know what's best for you homie?
I feel you, I know you want to be hard
But just know I'm gonna kill you
Bro, y'all on that rah, rah shit

And fuck around and let me hit that la, la shit
Now I'm full of that [Incomprehensible]
They call angel dust
And I ain't the one to be trusting 'cause I feel like busting

I got hot hollows that'll run right throw ya
[Incomprehensible] and Turk gonna do you
So do the right thing, homie, get and understood?
Keep ya flasks tucked in when you come to my hood
You would get a pass but I'm over set trippin'
Got a dome lil' daddy 'cause you shouldn't been slippin'

Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer

Nigga, I got big nuts and I'll drop em' quick
You can be big or small, you'll still get split
I got two nines and I never get stuck
Sixteen a piece when beef it fuck

Shit and I'ma let loose, nigga 'til ya cold and numb
I got a AK for ya and it came with a drum
That's a hundred rounds spitting, so please don't tempt me
It keep busta, busting 'til this bitch get empty

I'ma rap this shit, I'm living it nigga
And where I'm from they always a killin' my nigga
Get it twisted if ya want dog watch what happen
Won't live another day 'cause lil' Turk gone nab em'

Say mother fuck him, Turk and that's all I gotta say
If you don't get him in New Orleans than I'll got him in LA
This Mack 10 nigga and I'm all about killing
Whether gang related, beefing or over drug dealing

Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer

Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer

I'ma bring it every day til' I X ya out now
See with that guerrilla rappin', got ya in two

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