Im’ma Kill This n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Collect Call from "Rosco"
sh*t man, I'm tired of eating these cheechees boy, I'm gonna get something to eat, some good food, pus*y, something like that
Yo, what's the deal n*gga you keep calling these motherf*cking collects and sh*t n*gga?
Aye, yo, urm. Is Mika there?
Man hell no Mika ain't here n*gga
Yo who the f*ck is this?
Man this Liva n*gga
Liva?
Yeah, my name Liva n*gga
You b*tch as n*gga, ay man this Rosco, put my b*tch on the phone
Man, get the f*ck out of here man, she cool on you n*gga. Fall back
Man watch the words that come out yo motherf*ckin' mouth man
Yeah, whatever man
Yo man, you might get hurt man
Whatever, Whatever

"You wanna settle it right here?"

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
Me and Mika
I guess the world-a [?] my girl, I mean
She my heart, my companion, a rider
She thorough like no other chick I know
She like my n*gga, when we kicking it
But oh so tender, she surrenders when I'm hitting it
She don't condone the work I do;
Hustling, was hurt a few
Years ago, some n*gga named Scope
Was a hard-hitter
I left a little work at her crib
A little paper I owe
I scoop it later, I ain't
Really tripping doe
[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain}
I'm fresh home from a 1 of 3
I did in the [?] correctional facility
Got caught with a small 2.3 grams I cooked up
How they get hooked up?
Mika and this bag, probably had it when I got booked up
She still live at her mother's
And since her brother got kicked out
With me down, he supposed to be the man of the house now?
I think I'll give him a visit
I still know where they living
Knock at the door
"Hi Mom"
"Where you been?"
"In prison !"
Talk my way in, walk to the room. What's this?
[?] a Smith and West forty, a fully loaded clip
Any n*gga can get it. I got something for 'em
An appointment with the surgeon
Back of an alley or a backstreet, I

[Chorus: Ab-Liva]
Im'ma kill this n*gga
Oo
I can't wait
Im'ma kill this n*gga
If there's beef, then there's war in the streets
If it's on, then it's war with your peeps
Until every shot cease
Ain't no calling police
[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
This n*gga violating
Robbed my girl's crib, got my work
Got my burner, got the cash I was slipping
He got my ass, I was flipping
I got the mask, I was dipping
I got the blast, I was tripping
I wouldn't listen to reason, and then it flashed
A vision was positioned. I'm sitting in clear glass
With a ten, all I hear is him taking his last gasp
But my pride-a-make me ride, I'm sinning, a clear mask
That my forty five long, that a [?] you like tear gas

[Verse 4: Rosco P. Coldchain]
I'm back with two strips
A new mac, an even newer clique
And I think that n*gga Liva, he know what time it is
I'm back on the map, thanks to you
And Mika, he can keep her, already had your boo
But I got something even more viable
I got his pride in my hands, his money in my stash, and I ain't worried about a thing
I ain't living in the past, my future plans?
Keep it trucking. If we meet again, Imma trunk I'm, double pump him
This ain't Pharell, and I ain't fronting
Only time will tell, I ain't bluffing
I will snuff 'em
If I get a chance to, slump 'em
If I get a chance to, I just purchased a forty one caliber and I want to see what these slugs do
[Chorus: Ab-Liva]
Im'ma kill this n*gga
Oo
I can't wait
Im'ma kill this n*gga
If there's beef, then there's war in the streets
If it's on, then it's war with your peeps
Until every shot cease
Ain't no calling police

[Verse 5: Ab-Liva]
I went from South West to North
That 18th to Oxford
His Grandma's spot, where he sounding [?] not hard
That little ass strip
Where they say he play the block hard
That little ass vest on his chest
I hope it block hard

[Rosco P. Coldchain]
So you searching for me?
Who the f*ck he think he is?
He looking from me
This flea is barking up the wrong tree
n*gga, I did what I did
It is what it is
He went to my block, even came to my grandma's crib

[Ab-Liva]
I'm on the low
Rented out, tinted out
Burner on my lap, with the window cracked, scoping for this n*gga

[Rosco P. Coldchain]
It's whatever, Imma shoot your ass to the promised land
And when you meet the lord tell 'em Scope sent you there

[Ab-Liva]
Or i'll send his ass first, but if worst comes to worst

[Rosco P. Coldchain]
Burners gonna burst and someone's gonna end up in the hearse

[Ab-Liva]
The worst mistake, a n*gga make

[Rosco P. Coldchain]
Is to doubt you

[Ab-Liva]
I'll see you in hell

[Rosco P. Coldchain]
And it won't be the same without you


[Outro]
Hey, that n*gga over there...
Hey Liva
b*tch ass n*gga
Somebody got it n*gga
Get this motherf*cker (gunshots)
YEE HOMIE YEE (gunshots)
OO OOOOOO (gunshots)
OOO YOU MOTHERf*ck (gunshots and bombs drop)