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Killer, Killer, he knows where you live
Action, thriller, how much would you give
To be there, watching, when the killer strikes
To be there,
on a stairway to heaven
Ayy, ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy

I took a sip and then I
Don't you know nobody lives here 
By choice anymore
Don't you know no one rides for free
Don't you know there's nothing
That's just pretty like
You ain't never seen life through the eyes of a killer
Same eyes looking at me, that's the guy in the mirror
High to the day I die, this how I'm
of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be
Babylon don't you try to control us

Africans who we are, every nigga is a star
Well, the top is where I'm headin far
Pretty chicks and fancy cars
Watching whole cars as they went flying past
I couldn’t paint so I rhymed to the writers
They’d laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters
money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce 
Movin' my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts 
Bustas is jealous and half these
Hottest paper can’t count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I’m a stone cold killer, cards in the winner
Audemar ghetto like
I heard the cry out as the car came to a STOP!
A mix of panic, then relief on the edge of the Grand Canyon
Ten seconds later still sitting frozen we
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends 
By the way youngster what's your name 

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin' when Big be buckin'
Chickenheads be
bout it
We try and try to live it right
But we get blinded by the light, oh oh
I know about it
Don't judge if you don't know nothin' about it oh

enough car factories to manufacture new vehicles sedans and vans
When they do make the whip you like ya chips ain't right, 
By the time you could afford
shit but the ain't nothin' but characters
Hundred thousand dollar cars
Now how you gone laugh at us

Chorus x2
I said we turnin' into killers
the city of gods
We all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod


Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things
The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was held by
OK! That's right!
Don't live it all
OK! That's right! Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz

Yo, yo we comin' through we got that raw
Tell me what your
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die
to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts