Kurupt - Kill It Lyrics
feat. Yung Jr.(Intro)Living proof my niggaYeaYeaKuruptIt’s Youngin, this real rapTrap, trap, trapLook, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stampsAnd if you didn’t had J’s went in the cool campMe and Murda went to Graystood ElementaryWe was thuggin young, bangin on our enemiesGranny raised me nigga but I took care of myselfWay back when I had to hug my father through a cellAnd I respect for tryna feed a niggaBut it wasn’t easy growin up without no father figureBut I love him, when he came home I jumped into his armsAnd I hugged him, and some tears fell downHe asked what’s wrong and I said nothingI still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the doughWhen I opened it was my father standing there with some localsHaha, with a Jerry curlOne of the best days of my life niggaYea, uh, lookAnd I ain’t never been that nigga on that tough actIt’s NY City, any nigga can get bustedAnd nowadays the OG’s don’t get respect no moYoung nigga strapped up, won’t hesitate to let him blowNiggas got a problem with you, they won’t even let you knowBe all up in yo face niggaReal one to poke a hoeYea, so if you hatin on a niggaThere’s something I have to let you know niggaLook(Hook)Even though you hatin on a niggaI be wishin for the best for you niggaI am no hater, I ain’t hatin on no niggaSo I just pray for you hatin ass niggasNah, it’s consensual with elephants and monestersI’m smashin through the hood with all my little youngstersMy big homie, taught me bout the way of lifeHeavy back accounts and now slide it twiceWhen my mama passed, my life crashedHead on collision and then my mind collapsedI’m thinking bout coca sacks, CadillacsQuarter sacks, doin about 100 racksI told er mama look, one day I’ll get itI got the hood behind me mama and they all with itYall niggas gimmicks, I’m livin proofSee I really lived it, in and out the boothI’m bout to get this can nigga out the businessI love all my hoes, can’t live without the *****esAnd yea them stillNo matter what and how I feelMoney motivation, get it close and bang the pavementThe party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasinMoney boys love the hood, bless the natures and the MatrixI could make you hate the way you take it ‘cause you niggas fake itYea, you niggas fake itAnd a nigga like me, I can’t take itMy thought process, I am thoughtlessAnd it’s like time, I’m living thoughtlessAll these years that I’ve fought stressTo get me this note and this sport tressWhirlpool go tacks***** nigga, ***** nigga(Hook)Even though you hatin on a niggaI be wishin for the best for you niggaI am no hater, I ain’t hatin on no niggaSo I just pray for you hatin ass niggas
