Lyrics:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I did my best to make it in the world
I plowed by sweat in tears into the fertile
Generation, generation, generated what
Cereal, cereal killer
[Verse Three: Redman]
Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop
Peace
(M'-M')
(M'-M')
(Huh)
And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler
Beg
This is what, this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about
Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son
They just don't understand, you
yeba y3y3 dom tes3 chains aa egu killer Murphy kom
Yeah yeah who that who that? moy3 sen mene Savage pull up pull up
Big Wheezy killer nkugya Ieso ne y3
ass niggas that want me to cease
Cuz I been the king of B3 (B3!)
Behind my back
They speak with aggression but won't say a word when they step up to me
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
words.
Remember the ones you giggled at in sixth grade? "...And the cock
CROWED 3 times" "Hey, tha cock CROWED 3 times. ha ha ha ha. Hey, it's in
We on him yeah We on him
Yeah we on him
Killers on me and I got him, uh
Hit him then we go get it then I go
I need no love
The bando running like
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
the real life batman
Ww3 represent upfront
Got my killers with me
Let's get this shit done
I'm gliding sliding on these opps
Baby girl you can't hide i know
as fuck, try to deny me now
Reaching ma pinacle, who the truest ne by me now
I give it to you raw, live, word of mouth
Coming out the South, automatic, POM
Girl you murder everyone
Your love is a killer
Your love is a killer, heyy
Look at you
Somebody call the popo,popo
Cause the way that she is
iller
Man I'm a lady killer, if I want her I'mma steal her
I promise I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now then you
Early in the morning baby
Yea
Yea
Yea
Woke up like three still got the beat on repeat
Watch how I prep my feast
I don't need a lease paid cash
and that shit off safety
(40 on me)
Word around town that these niggas hate me
None you baby bulls raised by the eighties
(nineties) niggas talkin' down but
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
Swimming in women, I'm
Sleeping with dolphins, nah
Pay me no
It was 2 or 3 days ago
There was a smile creeping in
A ray of light peeping through the clouds
Hope my long lost friend
He looked like a dish rag
socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try something live or die by these numbers
I'd
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
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