Prepare To Die (Unchopped) lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Any n*gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
Cause I move crack for the drive-by

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
You n*ggas look for me? oh man
You just gon' find out 2 things 'bout f*ckin' with me mane
1. ya f*cked up
Y'all don't wanna f*ck with me man
I make breaking news mane
And I'm Memphis, TN top most wanted motherf*cker [?]

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Koop tell the silly motherf*ckers out to get me mane
I'm talkin' 'bout busy b-izz-ackstabbers goin' against the grain
Explain the beatin' quick from Koop yo deadly friend
On top of business hollows hit 'em, took 'em to the end
And then I will be blastin' as of full of Tef'
Pallbearer mystic Devil Shyt, b*tch no comin' back
Back to the situation, crazy sh*t goin' through my head
Theres plenty anna for you n*ggas, all I see is red
Hoe why you wish to play with guns? Thats my type of fun
The AK hit him, ripped him, kicked him, left his body numb
I wonder this cause I'm billy the kid, that gangsta Knicca
21st century gunslinger, Koopsta Knicca that cap peeler
I rather start off with a murder than be a lame burglar
And if I do you hear some murder, murder, murder, murders
So I must blaze up me a blunt, keep my mind in the sky
To make your pockets swell I go sit back and tell you why
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Any n*gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
Cause I move crack for the drive-by

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm hearin' rumors in the streets, ey you gon' get me mane
So I must lurk these busta b*tches, make 'em feel the pain
I'm hearin' rumors in the streets, ey you gon' get me mane
So I must lurk these busta b*tches, make 'em feel the pain
Up on the rainbow flag the white boy fled he must get no sleep tonight
Main hitter a feel surprised, this nina keep 'em hypnotized
c*ck back the hammer, blow out the candle, waitin' patiently
Triple 6 tatted across my chest I'm that entity
Imagine bl-izz-ack voodoo magic mixed with bloody trails
b*tch Koopsta gangsta Knicca leave more shells than Taco Bell
You stress me trick bet you before I rest you gone be dead
Not with that love and mercy sh*t, b*tch, I ain't interested
All that about a b*tch, I go and sit back, then I laugh
The Prophet Posse ain't got sh*t on the six everlast
And when you see me hoe you best to try to shake my hand
I got yo mammy, I just stuck a broom stick in yo dad
Don't make me act a fool, Koop only trynna keep his cool
I do this sh*t forreal, I'm constantly makin' breakin' news
b*tch
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Any n*gga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
Cause I move crack for the drive-by