I’m Gonna Kill U

Lyrics

[Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by Chris Liggio] (x2) "Your mind" (x8) [Verse 1: Breeze Brewin] I seen honey and, yo, I tried to hide the bulge when thinking Of indulging in an all-out making, call out Breezly Brewin Session of the flesh, and as the matter was discussed, this lust Expressed through my reasoning would help with seasoning That rump roast, gassing up that blunt most incredible Edible vision with precision, had her fiending for incisions She's with it. Yo, fuck it. Hit it. I was slugging for The bleacher. As I represented, had her bugging 'cause I reach Her promised land before I spread it on her jiff and so on. Must I Go on play-by-play of the duking? I'll save that shit for Luke, and As she walked me out of the abode, this kid she know jumped up and said "Next time I see you, I'ma kill you," and was jetty [Bridge: Samples] "HOOOLD UP! HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!" "'Next time I see you, I'ma kill you,' and was jetty" [Verse 2: Breeze Brewin] Hmm That's different, the paranoid feeling my first Spliff sent, but, yo, I spoke as if the riff meant, "Know what I'm Saying though, hon?" I pleaded, I needed boning history To crack the mystery why this nigga was fuming. Speaking of my Tomb, and she said, "Please, don't even stress shit. That's like The average cornball that I mess with, and I guess, with being ghetto Aphrodite, half y'all mighty wanna-be-mack-niggas stress The clitoris," so I considered this but also thought of his proposal [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin] Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face "Next time I see you, I'ma kill you," and was jetty Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face "Next time I see you, I'ma kill you," and was jetty [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Samples with Scratches by Chris Liggio] "Your mind" (x8) [Verse 3: Breeze Brewin] I'm home-bound, I feels the dome pound, I ponder the yonder Because the jaws of money on my Swanson imitated Bronson But fuck a Death Wish. All that murderous conversing Could never have my person cruising in a hearse instead of On this uptown Number 2. Still, I mustn't slumber Who knows the foe's mindstate If his faking's nathings Then I could be Swayze on the strength 'cause, at any length Mad niggas see God and Santa Claus, gassed to the tenth Exponent. Fuck it. I see him, I'ma flex—don't it make sense? Heads not chilling in the room, I load the jammie, think About it for a second, then I grab it 'cause, yo, I'd rather Have it, not need it than need it, and then not have it—you follow? I swallow ghetto pride for fearing shit. Like honey said "Don't stress it, just don't care, and hit the streets like Mr. Hardrock" But hardrocks become rock-hard with rigor mortis, and Respect is the commandment the divine trigger taught us. When A dire nigga caught us off-guard and scarred, mental agony Of all sorts—at least he made a handsome corpse—but me? I wants my wrinkles and my hairline wild, receding. Honey Beeps me, "911, the love bone's needed." Fuck it, I'm out [Hook 1: Breeze Brewin] Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face "Next time I see you, I'ma kill you," and was jetty Brothers on some ill shit, kill shit, coming out they face "Next time I see you, I'ma kill you," and was jetty [Verse 4: Breeze] Yo, check it out. I turned The corner to a block, peoples was looking wild rough, and I seen Shorty with the mouth by DTs with handcuff, and getting Closer to her gate, I figured that he wasn't bluffing The honey I was with is strictly bodybag stuffing [Outro: Sample] "Murder" (x4)