Lyrics '96 Neve Campbell - Clipping. , Cam & China
Don't
know
what
you
thought
this
was
But
you
gon'
have
to
die
about
it
Fuck
up
the
place
with
blood
Who
you
callin'
a
bitch?
This
bitch
run
shit
so
you
best
run
This
bitch
no
play,
this
bitch
know
guns
This
bitch
no
die,
you
this
bitch
son
This
bitch
gonna
be
the
last
one
This
bitch
boss
Came
for
the
neck,
who
next?
No
mercy,
you
not
shit
This
bitch
boss
She
came
in
the
game,
no
flex
Finna
leave
the
game
with
yo'
rep
This
bitch
boss
Call
her
out,
her
name
wrong
step
Step
up,
gut
you,
then
dip
This
bitch
boss
Come
in
talkin'
that
shit
And
you
gonna
have
to
die
about
it
Who
the
fuck
want
war?
Come
through
killing
everything,
leave
the
credits
for
the
boards
Yeah,
I'm
talking
billboards,
type
of
shit
you
can't
afford,
nigga
I'm
runnin
laps
round
these
bitches
when
I'm
bored,
nigga
Silent
killers
get
it
poppin,
nigga,
gang
gang
Got
my
foot
up
in
your
ass
like
a
G-string
Since
we
talking,
better
send
a
straight
deposit
I
ain't
claiming
shit
if
I
ain't
even
profit,
you
feel
me?
I've
been
the
boss,
kill
'em
off,
never
say
shit
Bitches
better
miss
me
with
that
fake
shit
Forgive
me
if
I'm
blind,
because
I
only
got
my
mind
on
the
mill
I
ain't
worried
well
unless
you
sign
a
deal
Said
I'm
looking
for
the
pen,
I
ain't
tryin'
to
make
amends
Yeah
I
see
the
money
talk,
you
ain't
even
making
sense
Keep
a
killer
on
my
right,
killer
Cam,
what
we
finna
do?
Knock
these
bitches
off
and
that's
simply
for
the
principle
This
bitch
boss
Came
for
the
neck,
who
next?
No
mercy,
you
not
shit
This
bitch
boss
She
came
in
the
game
no
flex
Finna
leave
the
game
with
yo'
rep
This
bitch
boss
Call
her
out,
her
name
wrong
step
Step
up,
gut
you,
then
dip
This
bitch
buff
Come
in
talkin'
that
shit
And
you
gon'
have
to
die
about
it
Runnin'
thangs,
you
been
a
lame,
but
never
mind
my
forte
I
call
this
shit
my
beauty
shop
'cause
bitches
press
like
Jorge
Stick
a
pull,
you
better
bop
that
penny
pipe,
no
crack
rocks
Back
to
back
like
ass
shots
and
still
made
it
my
mascot
I
double
dutch
on
hot
shit
and
bleed
him
out
his
wallet
When
I'm
done
with
him,
no
leftovers,
just
cut
'em
off,
no
pockets
Can't
call
me
out
my
name,
nigga,
it's
kill
shots
and
gang
gang
Don't
start
shit
that's
suicide,
like
lighter
fluid
and
propane
Call
me
at
my
prime
time
like
sandwiches
at
Popeyes
I
call
this
shit
my
antidote
and
rock
it
like
it's
tie-dye
A
playa,
but
I
been
awoke
like
mama
when
it's
bedtime
Drop
'em
like
a
bar
of
soap,
like
fuck
'em
nigga
west
side
Can't
never
get
to
comfortable
'cause
I
ain't
got
no
mercy
for
him
Put
him
in
my
body
bag
just
like
I
got
the
Birkin
on
him
Fuck
you
thought
this
shit
was?
Second-guess
your
taste
buds
I
took
the
spot,
it's
game
over,
never
mind,
who
next
up?
This
bitch
boss
Came
for
the
neck,
who
next?
No
mercy,
you
not
shit
This
bitch
boss
She
came
in
the
game
no
flex
Finna
leave
the
game
with
yo'
rep
This
bitch
boss
Call
her
out,
her
name
wrong
step
Step
up,
gut
you,
then
dip
This
bitch
boss
Come
in
talkin'
that
shit
And
you
gon'
have
to
die
about
it
Do
you
like
scary
movies?
What's
your
favorite?
That
phone
sex,
the
problem
you
should
stay
with
The
pillow
talking
can
get
you
carted
away
quick
You
murder
artists
come
harder
and
shouldn't
say
shit
Unless
you
ready
to
back
it
up,
why
you
play
with
The
fairer
sex,
fairly
quick,
get
your
brain
split
Full
sets
stuck
in
your
chest
with
grace
'96
Neve
Campbell,
the
TV
set
on
your
face,
shit
This
bitch
boss
Came
for
the
neck,
who
next?
No
mercy,
you
not
shit
This
bitch
boss
She
came
in
the
game
no
flex
Finna
leave
the
game
with
yo'
rep
This
bitch
boss
Call
her
out,
her
name
wrong
step
Step
up,
gut
you,
then
dip
This
bitch
buff
Come
in
talking
that
shit
And
you
gon'
have
to
die
about
it
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