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from S.D.E.

"Come Kill Me" is track #11 on the album S.D.E.. It was written by Giles, Cameron/branch, Darrell.
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Yo, Weez, wasup man
Yo, word man
What happened?
You hear them niggas man
Them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened?
Yo, them niggas is dead man, we gon' kill them niggas man
Today, I

Straight like that today man, we gon' murder them niggas man
Assed out man, I heard they do they thing though
Son, don't worry about that man, we gon' do our thing nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' that let's go kill them niggas man, no doubt

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo, check it out now, uh, yo, yo

Yo, subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it

So, chain danglers are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin' out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised her

He speak Eboni, me and my God daughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy
Ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me

Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi
Me and G O D, from C O C
Like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P

Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach
Bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist

Make me more devilish
Me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo, we own inside, motherfucker

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out'
'Cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na, na I want work out
Now, murk out, before you get cursed out

Bangin' they fun, same as the sun
Hidin' from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangutang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft

I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?

Yo, you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin' 'bout you 'bout to have money
But everything's gonna be all right, why?
'Cause every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

This nigga with the ice mug stuntin'? He won't bust nothing
Yo, talkin' 'bout he gon' touch somethin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, sayin' that he too much frontin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin', he won't bust nothing

And his man with the ice grill frontin', he won't kill nothing
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin', he won't kill nothing
Talkin' 'bout he some real somethin', he won't kill nothing
Sayin' yo, I'ma kill something, he won't kill nothing

Not a collecter of Picasso
But everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row
Go to charve and not dough ho

But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin' in the side bitch
Maxin out to Marvin, can't know it
That's why I keep the blam, blam loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

Get the fuck outta here
This shit is fuckin' closed
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker
I'll kill you

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

Songwriters
GILES, CAMERON/BRANCH, DARRELL

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