Lyrics Westside Gunn – Kelly’s Korner

Westside Gunn:
Brr
Statik Selektah
Fuck

Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say wo-o-o-ord
Say wo-o-o-ord (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, these niggas can’t fuck with me
Niggas can’t fuck with me, niggas can’t fuck with me (Ah)
Ayo, these niggas can’t fuck with me
Niggas can’t fuck with me, niggas can’t fuck with me (Ah)
Niggas can’t fuck with me
Niggas can’t fuck with me, niggas can’t fuck with me
Niggas can’t fuck with me
Niggas can’t fuck with me, niggas can’t fuck with me

Ayo, Supreme catcher mask lookin’ like Mike Piazza
Paul Smith fish, we rain down with the choppers (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Pistol whipped the nigga, left blood on his Prada (Ah)
I came home, two years later, I was locked up
Allahu Ahkbar, when I whipped, the shit locked up
Niagara Cafe, ?
with the ?
You come home, you know who got ya, you know you hot stuff (Ah)
Casa Blanca jumpers at the Oscars (Skrt)
Ten-six, the seats was chocolate, Dump Gawd, no Mach shit
You talkin’ crack sales, we had options
Here you go, take this for seven dollars

Westside Gunn (Fat Joe):
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say wo-o-o-ord, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Two niggas got shot last night, say wo-o-o-ord
Say wo-o-o-ord (Joe comin’)

Fat Joe:
Uh, I stole a Don’s car, he put my hand in a meat grinder
Now when I see hamburger, it’s just a reminder
I swear these niggas so frail
Stuck up supermarkets just to pay my nigga’s bail
You told me to lower my ambition
And be more like you, resort to ass kissin’
But I been puttin’ Gucci on my seats
Since Iron Mike was out here fightin’ with Mitch Green
Made love to your bitch, wore it out all day
Caught in the middle like the crunch in a Carvel cake
Baseball after dark, had them pitch all night
Made mils in the X like Virgil, Off-White
Twenty niggas in the pic, I’m the last one left
Nineteen hit the feds or they met their death
My mom’s best friend’s son took food out our mouth
Next day, he got a play from the house, what the fuck?

Westside Gunn (Fat Joe):
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say wo-o-o-ord, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word
Two niggas got shot last night, say wo-o-o-ord
Say word (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Fat Joe:
It’s the gunner, Joe Crack
Statik, y’all know what this is
Target’s like the Gap and Old Navy’s like a Walmart
Mark Wahlberg, shooter raw, aim with the wall darts