Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'dont shoot me santa multimedia track by the killers'

Yee yee! We've found 39 lyrics, 53 artists, and 100 albums matching dont shoot me santa multimedia track by the killers.



own Coco Bana
Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch a Sketch it
Serial killer that
so I'm fuckin' with killas. 
Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer. 

Wish: 
Since, we some killers
your back
Better guide your track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
tracks
We booby-traps, all our inventions
We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs
Rap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attack
When it comes
choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor uh

Yeah, uh, haha
And they go yup
Yup, yup, yup

Uh call me killer 'cause I
the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup,
the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup,
trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
this track to the stars like the zodiac 
Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar 
But fast cash don't last forever 

I asked
choke like throat cancer
If you ain't trying to get hurt, then don't tamper
How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho bitch)
How you gonna
on me running through niggas bitches that shoot hoops cruise
'93 magic blue on Shaq feet
Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes
Tight up in
, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
'Cause there's killers in my town, making
slashing my burn to pieces 

It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus 

Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you 

My gunshots scream nerve
tape from Enigma 

The getting nice, thinking killer brother who pop trash 
Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted 
Much ass I kick,
can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town, no gun laws
Broke bitches
of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be
from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big
and concords 
Mutant assassins, and silent saboteurs
Let me take a stab at your track rewind it back 
Select or access code is hacked 
Rock steady
so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin'
When I'm pursuin', gettin' funky
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking
No L's, no whips
Backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list
But shoot the killer
No L's, no whips
Backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the s***
It ain't much up on our list
But shoot the killer
flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate slow

Radio check