J.Kidd - Intentions of the Real (Ft. King Killumbia) Lyrics

Never buss a grip
Think you lethal, but ya Bizkit Limp
Want war? better come equipped
Rappin' bout a zip, you ain't made a flip
Tell da truth Pat, you ain't got a crib
You ain't ever owned a whip
You a snitch, call da jake with a tip
Take a trip down 55 where you live
Automatic loaded clip, wait for you to slip
Hit ya rib, watch you drip
So much blood leave you cripped
Oh you big oh you bad? You still a bitch to me
Your biggest song was history
Oh wait... that shit was me
You ah big mouth yapper, Reverbnation rapper
Talkin' all that gangsta shit on tracks, You an actor
One day in the trap, prolly get you clapped
Used to be fat Pat, now you cracked
Used to rap, now needles only time you make a track
Bitch you wack, time to face the facts
I run the Cak, you compact
Thats why you beat on women
Fuck numbers I run 'em up
You older than me but I'll son you up
You da rap game Sherman Clump
No Buddy Love you gettin stomped
You walkin' dead thats what I said
You skinny bo, eat yo cornball
Bigger than you get some meat on you
Before I treat you like Wanda and beat on you
You ah bitch always talkin' shit
Never buss a grip
Think you lethal, but ya Bizkit Limp
Want war? better come equipped
Rappin' bout a zip, you ain't made a flip
Tell da truth Pat, you ain't got a crib
You ain't ever owned a whip
You a snitch, call da jake with a tip
Take a trip down 55 where you live
Automatic loaded clip, wait for you to slip
Hit ya rib, watch you drip
So much blood leave you cripped
Fuck a little Redbank
Fuck a little Bang Bang
I run up and do shit myself
That's what I call Gang Gang
Them pussies I don't give a fuck about em
You kissed Sue's lips with my kids runnin' out em
Named from a small town no one knows about ya
Make you bleed for 7 days I'll beat the bitch up put ya like oouuuu
Don't fuck with the Kidd
Cuz I'll fuck ya bitch and send her right back
Bitch you ain't bossin not in ya mamas backyard in a shack
You don't got no cars
You sold all your guns to go and buy crack
Wanna speak on my name
Let me talk bout that
Caught a CDV just for beatin' up the pussy
Tryna catch me on a list but ya better keep lookin'
Only thing that you got is a pic of me in bookin'
With a 100 thousand dollar bond comin off of juggin
Caught a CDV just for beatin up the pussy
Tryna catch me on a list but ya better keep lookin'
Only thing that you got is a pic of me in bookin'
With a 100 thousand dollar bond comin off of juggin'
You ah bitch always talkin' shit
Never buss a grip
Think you lethal, but ya Bizkit Limp
Want war? better come equipped
Rappin' bout a zip, you ain't made a flip
Tell da truth Pat, you ain't got a crib
You ain't ever owned a whip
You a snitch, call da jake with a tip
Take a trip down 55 where you live
Automatic loaded clip, wait for you to slip
Hit ya rib, watch you drip
So much blood leave you cripped

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