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Kutt Calhoun( Melvin Lewis Calhoun Jr. )
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Dark Knights
Verse 1 (Kutt Calhoun) Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain't lined with nothing Got me contemplating about doing the crime or something I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E. Like somebody get shot up, gas tank is on E And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain't where she want to be Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and And now I'm locked in this room with some solitary confine shit Plottin' a quick come up, and thinkin' 'bout where my kid's next meal gon' come from And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a ?custom? and mask to conceal me Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero (?Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet?) And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets Thinkin' payback's sweet and it's time to punish y'all Standing at the mirror as the blood howl, underdog
(Chorus) (Brotha Lynch Hung) I don't want to, do the things I do But I want to, do these things to you Yeah, I'ma have to get bloody buddy Motherfuckers won't love me I could really get ugly muddy Silly like that putty Kutty We gon' have to get bloody plucky Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
Verse 2 (Kutt Calhoun) I can't afford to go small Even (?get nothing to get it all?) Think about it, turned around Finished 'em all All night to work the late shit Escape with two trash bags full of cash (?Stabbed to the pad, hop the stash bag fully macked?) Ready to do another Getting easier and easier The moment I shot a brother, didn't even think of reasoning Masquerade through the street, as I lurk in the night shadows Pickin' em one by one like a pitbull (?) Had to ex-fixiate the strong for Cause she was a screamer Late, down to red bandanas Stepped with a (?) over her face Start leaving the trademark As I pick up the keys to her car Tomorrow nights first priority Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can (?) take from the rich And give it to myself, because I'm sure I deserve it I used to fear work, somehow I feel fifty Now I'm serving my purpose, blood howl, underdog
(Chorus) (Brotha Lynch Hung) I don't want to, do the things I do But I want to, do these things to you Yeah, I'ma have to get bloody buddy Motherfuckers won't love me I could really get ugly muddy Silly like that putty Kutty We gon' have to get bloody plucky Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
Verse 3 (Brotha Lynch Hung) It's the nine one sickness, most niggas won't get they dick split bitches ain't gettin they clit bit intimate to gettin it rippin' it infinite leavin a nigga impotent. In a funny way it gets me lit like it's the creeper through the night, CATCH ME Speaking with your wife, CATCH ME Sleepin with your wife, CATCH ME Eatin up your wife, CATCH ME Eatin up the night I'm onicuous I'm straight sick as shit. You better believe it like Rippley's I'm a have a hissy fit; and it's strictly a bitch. And they give me a kick out of it then I'm about to get out of here bendin up fifty quick! I smoke like 50 cigs... Kutt give me the clip. WOW! OOO! I'm just killin' em up with Calhoun! I paid dues and it didn't get me shit. Niggas is dreamin I'd get to cleanin and leanin up out of the beam of they bleedin; I'm 'bout to be eatin this evenin' and I hate to deceive. Some people say that's it's evil. I just say that's it's me though... I see dead people.
(Chorus) (Brotha Lynch Hung) I don't want to, do the things I do But I want to, do these things to you Yeah, I'ma have to get bloody buddy Motherfuckers won't love me I could really get ugly muddy Silly like that putty Kutty We gon' have to get bloody plucky Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
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