So Serious
Killa Tay Lyrics
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Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop
I tote my heat, and hold my ground
They know I clown
Pistol whippin and strippin em
Down to they riches, rapin they bitches
Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin
Hollow tips fire from all directions, leavin em wetted
I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger
With a tre 8 caliber, fuckin em up like Algebra
From Cali to Florida, call the coroner
I'm missing in action, packin a full clip, for the bullshit
I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face
What's up now, ?
Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch
From the shit that get spit to take a lock on the dick
Like a red nosed pick nigga
I don't really give a shit about they life man
Off that night train
Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man
And that's right man
Leave em layin in the cut
With they guts cut up what up
Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help
I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so)
Nigga, Mr. know where to be contacted
Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'm actin
When I'm packin I got my practice
In, I'm off that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for)
I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty
Reverend like James, straight up strange
Shootin range, twenty four feet
Leave you off the earth with this heat
Leave you in the street, human meat
Believe me, I still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug)
Put you in the back of the Coupe DeVille
Take you to the alley, shoot to kill
Fuck that I gotta buck back(Nigga)
Fuck that(Nigga)
I ain't goin out like no zombie
Nigga smokin all that bomb weed
You possess and yes, I'm strapped like tombstone
Ready to pull out the Rafe, man, clackin wit Killa Tay
Lunasicc, Marvaless
Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready
Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti
Paper chase, but still credit to large accounts
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
For the love of the money and game
Shakin you niggaz is funny
It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit
Cali niggaz find a ??? in, for the scrilla strictly ballin
I figure a bitch nigga be the first to test
The first to get blessed
Not the one to stress I'm too complex
And my mind-state, no contest
Hot what I do so it takes a god to do what I must
Never had no trust
'cause niggaz will snitch
Go on some other shit real quick
Scholar, bout that dollar, make you holla, make you feel it
Drop wit Killa, we the realest
Cali niggaz runnin the chain up
Double see, the gangsta with the glock in the cut
Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust
Creepin with the mask, blast on any nigga that move
Put my bitch in the back seat, 'cause my AP need room
I got a real crew of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad
Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed
I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger's
Puttin em on they back like they drunk off liquor
So throw them rags up
If niggaz trippin, we catch em slippin, hold them 9's up
Blast on they ass, flash on they ass
Light my weed up, I like to get away high
On the cut postin like Pac
Niggaz scream til I die, I'm no lie
Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready
Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti
Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready
Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol,
chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti
In Killa Tay's "So Serious," the lyrics describe the singer's plot to "jack" and "187" their enemies. The lyrics speak to an underlying sense of vulnerability and a need to protect oneself: "I tote my heat and hold my ground, they know I clown / Pistol whippin and strippin em down to they riches, rapin they bitches." The menacing lyrics of "So Serious" describe a world in which violence is necessary for survival, where one wrong move can be the difference between life or death. The lyrics "I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger / With a tre 8 caliber, fuckin em up like Algebra" speak to a willingness to do whatever it takes to come out on top, even if that means using deadly force. The chorus, featuring the lyrics "Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready," describes a sense of camaraderie among the singer and their friends when it comes to survival in this harsh world.
Overall, "So Serious" is a song that speaks to the harsh realities that many people face on a daily basis. The lyrics are vivid and unsettling, painting a picture of a world where violence and aggression are necessary to survive. The chorus, however, suggests that there is power in unity, and that by sticking together, one has a better chance of making it through unscathed.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm mastermindin the plot, you ? the spot
I'm the one coming up with the plan, and you're in the position where it's going to take place.
Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop
I have bad intentions, and I can sense tension building to a violent climax.
I tote my heat, and hold my ground They know I clown
I carry a gun, and I stand up for myself. My enemies think I'm foolish and won't take me seriously.
Pistol whippin and strippin em Down to they riches, rapin they bitches Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin
I'll beat and rob my victims, even raping their women. It's a violent crime, and if you survive you should consider it good luck.
Hollow tips fire from all directions, leavin em wetted Yo pieces deleted from existence, don't make no difference
I'll shoot you with bullets that explode on impact, hitting you from every angle. You'll be completely destroyed, and it won't matter to me.
I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger With a tre 8 caliber, fuckin em up like Algebra
I'm like a heavy metal band, taking on any challengers with my .38 revolver. I'll defeat my enemies like solving a difficult math problem.
From Cali to Florida, call the coroner I'm missing in action, packin a full clip, for the bullshit
I'll kill you from California to Florida, and the coroner will have to come collect your body. I'm prepared with a full magazine of bullets, ready for any nonsense.
I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face What's up now, ? Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch
I promised my friend Lynch that I would support him. Now that there's trouble, I'm taking charge and going on the offensive.
From the shit that get spit to take a lock on the dick Like a red nosed pick nigga
I'm using the words that people are saying about me as motivation, like grasping a hammer tightly. It's like a punch in the face, a reminder that I can't be weak.
I don't really give a shit about they life man Off that night train Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man And that's right man
I don't care about the lives of others, I'm ruthless. In the middle of the night, I'll sneak up on them and slit their throat. And that's just how things are.
Leave em layin in the cut With they guts cut up what up Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help
I'll leave my victims lying in a hidden area, with their insides cut up and exposed. They'll be powerless and alone, while I move on to the next target.
I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so) Nigga, Mr. know where to be contacted Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'm actin
I'm dangerous and hidden, nobody can find me. Just hand off a package to someone else, and tell my mom how I'm doing.
When I'm packin I got my practice In, I'm off that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for) I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty
When I have a gun, I'm confident in my abilities. I'm drinking gin and getting exhausted, but I'm waiting patiently for my opportunity to strike. It's half past 10:30, it's time to act.
Reverend like James, straight up strange Shootin range, twenty four feet Leave you off the earth with this heat
I'm acting like a preacher-turned-gunslinger, it's surreal. I can shoot someone from as far away as 24 feet, killing them easily.
Believe me, I still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug) Put you in the back of the Coupe DeVille Take you to the alley, shoot to kill
I'm still operating like a criminal, always working. I'll force you into the back of my car, taking you to an alley to be executed.
Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust Creepin with the mask, blast on any nigga that move
I'll find my target, take aim, and then pull the trigger. I'll sneak around with my face covered, shooting anyone who tries to interfere.
Put my bitch in the back seat, 'cause my AP need room I got a real crew of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad
I'm putting my girl in the back seat of the car, because my gun is taking up too much space. I have a reliable group of friends, none of them are cowards.
Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger's
To escape, drive away after we rob the bank, but don't leave until the job is done. I wear nice clothes from recognizable brands.
Puttin em on they back like they drunk off liquor So throw them rags up If niggaz trippin, we catch em slippin, hold them 9's up
I'm taking down my enemies like they're so drunk they can't stand. So put your hands up. If someone starts trouble, we'll catch them off guard and aim our guns at them.
Light my weed up, I like to get away high On the cut postin like Pac Niggaz scream til I die, I'm no lie
I like to smoke weed and get lost in my own thoughts, similar to how Tupac did. People will be screaming my name even after I'm dead.
chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti
Chainsaws and guns are our tools of choice, and we're serious about making money through any means necessary.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SUSAN BROWN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@khris6690
Killa tay has always been underrated
This is one the best verses Lynch has ever done on somebody else's album, he came hard for Tay here
@california4424
North cal rap is soooooooo underrated
@jasoncollins563
Drowning out a local music fest with this wonderful jam blastin thru my 3k watt home system
@darlenecrosby5712
Dis dat real west coast G-shit
@joeramirez1848
Lynch wit it.... He stayed with his lyrical
@semkaagayarli7794
Одна из лучших песен у Тэя. Фресно и Сакраменто - мощное сочетание. Привет из Саратова
@mauricegodfrey576
this is one of my favorite favorite tracks by Killa Tay Capone besides Agent 187 and perfect 187.
@shortydavis3656
damn they don't make real shit like this nomore.. good ole days
@macronstayingontop9220
This shit go I remember. This song from Back in the Day
@bigmitc5705
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