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Got What It Takes - O Killa |
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O Killa
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8 |
| Lyrics: |
[Intro]
Excuse me young lad…what time is it? It’s O Killa Time!
Hahaha check it, yeah…the brown gorilla, O Killa…let’s go
[Verse 1]
I'm a master with the words who these snitches wanna fight
Hate to see me living in this wicked spot light
Ima blow this track up like another bomb sight
Call my boy Osama, ‘cuz we’re chilling tonight
Can’t even see me, damn you can’t even touch me
Twenty tractors won’t be enough to even budge me
My flow is so true that the critics call it lovely
I’m sticking around, so you gotta learn to love me
I’m the #1 rapper, the #1 dream
The #1 reason why you ain’t making cream
Known to keep it dirty, ‘cuz I wasn’t born clean
Living life to the fullest ‘cuz I’m only seventeen
[Chorus x 2]
WHAT!
You think you got what it takes to be a rapper?
You think you got what it takes to make it big?
Watch out before my boys come to clap ya
And break you in half like a mother fucking twig!
You think you got what it takes to be a rapper?
You think you got what it takes to make it big?
Quit spending time sitting on your crapper
And watch me fry all you mother fucking pigs!
[Verse 2]
O-K-I to the double L-A
A.K.A Nike, ‘cuz I "do it" everyday
Don’t call me Chingy ‘cuz I’m “not one call away"
Put your name on the list and I’ll call you next May
I got many jobs…you could call me a Lawyer
Call me the Boss, ‘cuz I’ma employ ya
You could call me a dentist, and you know why?
‘Cuz I keep telling chicks just to "Open Wide"
I’m like a forest fire, ‘cuz I keep getting hotter
Spreading heat around like a fucking Globe Trotter
You couldn’t put me out with the whole world’s water
I got magic in my rhymes and I ain’t Harry Potter
[Chorus x 2]
WHAT!
You think you got what it takes to be a rapper?
You think you got what it takes to make it big?
Watch out before my boys come to clap ya
And break you in half like a mother fucking twig!
[Verse 3]
I want to be heard all across the world
Teens, parents, little boys and the girls
Bumping to my lyrics, 24/7
Got my tracks blasting out the 7/11
Ain’t repping no colours, I ain’t wearing no rags
Got love for everyone (Uhh) count out the fags
I’ll make it big one day, then you'll see me in the Mags
Hello Bentley! Goodbye shitty cabs!
I’m causing a buzz like a buzzing Bee
But I’m sticking to my roots, still smoking them trees
The apartment keys got the chicks all on their knees
But I’ma never stop repping the 416 Gs
[Chorus x 2]
WHAT!
You think you got what it takes to be a rapper?
You think you got what it takes to make it big?
Watch out before my boys come to clap ya
And break you in half like a mother fucking twig!
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