Paroles Killa ova nuttin Insane Clown Posse

Killa ova nuttin

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black

trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,

hell...

Yo! I'm a killa

Cap peela

Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla

Gimme all your skrilla

Your keys to your ride

Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside

Ain't no frontin'

When Cell Block starts dumpin'

Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'

Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'

Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'

Now I be ridin' with my shotty

A fifth of Bicardi

My nose snotty

In the party

Intentions to levitate her body

Give a fuck who he with or who he know

Let the barrel blow

Or a quarrel know

Over somethin' that he borrowed, no

Do the math

On the warpath

Makin' predictions to the body count

I even blast a hotty now

Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you

So fuck you

I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'

Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me

Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely

Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep

Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck

Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on

I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama

I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

Mislead

Is what my homeboy said

I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.

With ya whole family

On the lawn staring at me

And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my gat

Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat

Two-Gats got my back

Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact

Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder

I killed little kids and took they strollers

I'm older, tie you up instead

And blow red lettuce out the side of your head

(pa-tow!!)

You could die any minute

Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it

You bit it

Over nuttin' at all

Now they serve peanuts out your skull

At barbecues

I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at

You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat

And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan

Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan

Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways

Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day

Hey, you can be a thug if you want to

But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!