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Insider (Ten Foot Pole) · Insider (Ten Foot Pole) · Insider (Ten Foot Pole) · Insider (Kingcrow) · Somebody Told Me (The Killers) · Somebody Told Me (The Killers) · Somebody Told Me [CD #2] (The Killers) · Somebody Told Me (The Killers) · Somebody Told Me [France CD] (The Killers) · Somebody Told Me [Canada CD] (The Killers) – and 90 other albums »


strikes from political insiders
A black market government where being criminal is righteous
Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis
The crisis has
like skydivin' in Hammer pants
So call it siblin' rivalry
Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery
A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is
we gonna be there
But not only did I not get a chance to spit it
Carleen told me I could buy two tickets
I guess big brother was thinking a little
a show up in Madison Square
And I'm like, yeah, yeah, we gon' be there
But not only did I not get a chance to spit it
Carlene told me I could buy two
on each side
Money in the bank but still I got to stay on my grind

Man better mention me when they talk about grime
And they told me to shut this down I'm
why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, y'know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your
hit
He named me and his bitch on the remix [sing]

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

And to hell with bein' a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killer are guerrillas

Boy we trying to battle cause they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told
like skydivin' in Hammer pants
So call it siblin' rivalry
Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery
A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is
somebody want to hate me
But I really don't think, that they're gonna be
Ready to take, a walk in my shoes
That's why I be insiders on, plus we never did
[Verse two]
now on the first day she told me
that we could only be friends
say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends
ran into me bout
fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer

I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it
But all you could call me was anti-semitic
the Bay

Stay getting that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be
love again! "

Aha, aha, oh yeah
Can you make me fall in love again?
Aha, aha, oh yeah
I'm a make you fall in love a-
I know you told me drop
a hammer, provoke me
Put a shooter where Ko - be
Tell ya like somebody done told me
Never trust nobody who owe me
And any wife is a trophy
If Meth
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me

I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef,
somethin, [what, what]
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me
there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!)
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it?
fly by
Everybody forget, it's like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, but y'all don't hear me though
Let me say the shit again, like you gone
there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!)
Ya own homie told me...
You ain't being yo self

Chorus

Verse 3:

You heard my style but not the voice wid it
Somebody bidded I guess it fitted,
I got
school in actin' class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church