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Breed the Killers [Bonus Tracks] (Earth Crisis) · Natural Born Killers [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Breed the Killers (Earth Crisis) · Lipstick Killers (Mercer St. Sessions) (New York Dolls) · Movie Killers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Killers 3 CD Brick (The Killers) · The Little Killers (The Little Killers) · Lipstick Killers (Mercer St. Sessions) (New York Dolls) · Killers (Kiss) · Cereal Killers (Cereal Killers) – and 90 other albums »


killers and haters
Cowards and crooks
Surrounded by liars, killers and haters
Cowards and crooks
Surrounded by liars, killers and haters
Cowards
he'll be back again

Tell the truth and damn the lies
Crushed by the fortune's famous eyes
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than America

Loadin' up an'
and watch 'em ride 
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead 

I ain't a killer but don't push me dawg 
For the family I'll send that ass
and I feed 'em fish 
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list 

Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker 
Now I'm being followed by some
bury me a thug
Henessy and weed be a ball with desert 
These shirts and kakis is how we work 
Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame
I roll 20's
on, but there's way to get over

I'm idling on empty in my world alone
My fortune of misfortune got me ready to blow
Motioned by my hate and I'm
and I feed 'em fish 
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list 

Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker 
Now I'm being followed by some
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
fortune, all my fabric's imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out
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
I'm hittin'
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Chorus(2x)

{lord infamous}
Hurts in have minded
And you've been blinded
By ? and you can find it
Hurt your whole faculty
makin it happen 
Bitch check it, ya heard me 
see-Murder: 
Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame 
Jump in the game and you
Cause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take
Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate
To the point that he just breaks, snaps
set it straight
Maybe, we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes
'Fore we said it, regret it later and let it escalate

'Cause by then its too
I'm a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?
Place all your money on the black and on the red, nigga
This ain't a gamble, it's a promise, I'm a head
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
dudes should offer forgiveness

'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers

in Newyork I'm the realest

predicted by fortune
set it straight
Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes
'For we said it, regret it later an' let it escalate

'Cause by then it's too
the iller the regime
Peeling from the scene in trucks, we getting cream or what?
Robbery's the word over extortion
Force niggas to fork over a fortune
Then I start sippin' purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin' your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate 'bout your fortune, all my fabric's
met one
Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
or get ate like oats and barley
Save
the same, oh by the way, it's in the ghetto
I'm sorry that I can't flaunt the fortune and fame
But when it comes to the Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed)
seen, a 1979 air fifteen
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by