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Lyrify.me

Youseemurda by OG Kid Frost Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 1995

[Introduction Dialogue]
Yeah, it's that G-Spot shit
Rappers got the minds of our youth all fucked up
We just some mo' motherfucker that's adding to the corruption

[Verse 1: A.L.T. & Frost]
Now fuck it, I'm a throw down on this last song
One little G fuck with me and he passed on
I got drastic, put him in some plastic
Now he's in a casket, hit the joint and I passed it
I feel my lungs expand
There's a demon in the van, it's the G-Spot clan
Assault and battery is done for a salary
If you talk shit, I turn the song into reality
The G-Spot is ill, I got proof (Why's that)
Because there's blood on the walls of the sound booth
Here come the jura, put your shit away
Tec-9's in the attic, trap doors for the getaway
I'm crashing through the door with my 'Lac in drive
I'm running from the cops to the 6-0-5
Now I'm headed south with a joint in my mouth
Lost the cops, killed the lights, and I'm out
[Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost]
It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes
You see murder, you see murder
It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise
Bloody murder, bloody murder

[Verse 2: O.G. Enius & Frost]
Let me get that big daddy Frost on the line
He probably in that liquor tub sipping on some wine
*Phone ringing* That's how we do it
Three G's from that east side with that rendezvous
Yo, what's up loco what they hitting for
I got them fly ass hynas knocking on my door
I got one for the G. Enius, two for A.L.T
And three for the daddy getting freaky in the caddy
Yo, meet me at the G-Spot foo (Cool)
Pick me up a case of that ice cold brew (Alright)
That's how it is when you play the game
You hitting switches and puffing on that Mary Jane
You know it's on in a minute so I'mma get it
One last time for the G-Spot coming
With them hits for the 9-5 and 6 on
Dedicating this song to pimp'em

[Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost]
It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes
You see murder, you see murder
It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise
Bloody murder, bloody murder
[Verse 3: Frost, O.G. Enius & A.L.T.]
Roll call, bitch, here's the G list
Kid Frost, A.L.T., and O.G. Enius
It's the last verse of the grand finale
Putting it down for the San Gabriel valley
And all you buster ass punk, little bastards
Who thought you could forget A.L.T., I'mma blast you
(Man, fuck them)
Hell nah, I think I'm going to punk him
Hey, cool out homes cause trouble already stuck him
I've never been nice, I put that ass on ice
It's just another G-Spot sacrifice
One more try means that one more dies
And I'm lighting up the sky like the fourth of July
I'm creeping in the night that Gibbie got
And looking at the foo' that Gibbie shot
His mother asked who did it, I said bitch please
It's that Mexican foo's, they call the G-Spot G's

[Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost]
It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes
You see murder, you see murder
It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise
Bloody murder, bloody murder

It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes
You see murder, you see murder
It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise
Bloody murder, bloody murder
Yeah, the sight of blood excites some
I can't wait for my next victim
Will it be you?
(Short passage in reverse)