Skilla Baby – Slimm Shady Lyrics
We gon’ see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon’ up the score
When I go, I’ma take lil’ bro ’cause I know he blow
All them nggas chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don’t know which lil’ nigga shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
Four Nicki on me, I ain’t picky with it, I hit you with it
Just gotta come out a couple dollas, they gon’ blitz you nigga
Gun hot but my gloves on, I’m in the mitten with it
They say he a pussy, so don’t kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him
They say that they on me, I ain’t trippin’ ’cause I been on them
Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them
Every time you see that nigga Skilla, you see him and trim
Forgies on the five, baby trippin’, tryin’ to bend my rim
Hit man like, “Point them nigga out,” I’m like, “Them and them”
Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim
Every week I drop another song, that’s another M
I don’t see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem
If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem
I had to cop the plain presi, it’s a gem
Lil’ bro gettin’ shots up and that boy been in the gym
Lil’ kids keep tellin’ me I look like Skilla, yeah, I’m him
We gon’ see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon’ up the score
When I go, I’ma take lil’ bro ’cause I know he blow
All them nigga chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don’t know which lil’ nigga shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
Wolf tickets, that’s what’s bein’ sold, these nigga hoes
Cold feet ‘posed to be a stepper but he froze
Line of scrimmage, that’s what we gon’ push if it’s a go
Jump out on them, pound upon that pussy with these poles
Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know
Dysfunctional, slightly dozin’ off, we all on dope
Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked
Crack a pint, he don’t get no styro ’cause he broke
Blemishes, resume demolishing his folks
Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes?
Cuban link but I still got Frankies and the rope
I’m from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs
G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that’s for sure
Mandatory, never ran from nothin’ but parole
Skilla with me, Motor City nigga do the most
I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap from the ghost
We gon’ see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon’ up the score
When I go, I’ma take lil’ bro ’cause I know he blow
All them nigga chillin’ in the house, we kickin’ in the door
Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don’t know which lil’ nigga shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain’t scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
