Slimm Shady lyrics

by

Mozzy


[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(Whit locked and loaded)
Hmm
(Haha, Zai, can you turn it up a little bit?)
Ha

[Chorus: Skilla 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: Skilla 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 pus*y, so don’t kill 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 Skilla, 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 Skilla, yeah, I'm him (Ha)
[Chorus: Skilla 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 pus*y 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)
Skilla 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: Skilla 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
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