`bout That Combat Lyrics

`bout That Combat

f/ Full Blooded, Soulja Slim



[Kane & Abel]

Throw yo weapons, grab yo gats

Killin this time for combat

Knockin gnats off niggas head

Deliverin these murder raps

Play who wants to play?

I don't play, I'm a soldier game over

P hold ya doja, hot bullet scold

That 4 5 holder, put that ass in the coma like ebola

A sneakin sow killings

High blood count, capital contract blood spillin's

Maniacs egnite like dynamite packs

Click, clack, 30 minute gun fights, with gats

Haters run like track

Intimidated to bust back

They would bow down, we throwin down, thats how we react

Get thank, gonna stop the tank

Kane & Abel bout that combat

Muthafucka thank we ain't!



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[Soulja Slim]

We bout that combat, bout that combat, bout that combat

We bout that combat, bout that combat, bout that combat

We bout that combat, bout that combat, bout that combat



[Full Blooded]

Da Hound from Gert Town, you niggas act like they don't know me

No claimin, nigga done shit back in '94 with P

Down South Hustla, muthafucka

Murda, murda, murda, pass me my murder weapon

Shit gets scary, when the lights tur

ned out

All these li'l muthafuckin rounds cryin

Murda muthafucka, get wiped out

Hit the flo', get low, which y'all know how to go

Left, left, left, when the impact

When to this muthafuckin cho'

Respect my mind, is all the fuck I ask

Fuck the down south be a Island

Rest of the world be a blood bath

I'm to fatal, I'm givin facial

Give a fuck about a nigga

Givin your life for my paper

I was born for this type of shit

All I gotta do is tips

With two glocks and 4 clips

I'm full blooded, when I first met him I shoulda wet him

Did got a side of a soldier

So your playin like a hoe bra?



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[Soulja Slim]

Nigga, nigga.

Nigga get face down on the ground, don't move a muscle

Oh I bust, and flacktal you, I's tucked you, I shows no remorse

I got this Mag 9 and takin all body parts

Fatal thoughts got me jumpin to conclusions

In that war, keep fuckin up my mind and shit, havin me confusin

I don't know what my do's and don'ts

What the fuck you want, a couple of shots, or get dumped

In the trunk nigga, get a li'l somethin to sink you ass down

Donk you in the realver, after you give us

50 G's, a couple of key's it's all good

You understand, say you understood

I'll be representin, betta hold that noise

Fuckin right, I'm bout that combat, I'm a soldier boy

Nigga, lay it down on the ground that's what I said

Muthafucka don't talk, we just want the bread

Nigga



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