Lyrics:
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
the bullshit from by me
Know Heeme mob with them killers behind me
Lil nigga don't make me start giving assignments
Got that bitch wet like Dasani
She wanna come
crept and I came up
Remember that killer the nigga named Leatherface
Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
Put ah bitch up in the gutter
A cold apocalypse
An undertaker, that will put man in his tomb
Blackened by this virulent disease, a creeping killer
One by one succumb to the arch
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me
worried bout a ex cause my new B thicker
Bend her ass down throw it back flea flicker
I kilt the pussy I turnt to a killer
Shooting shot after shot I can't
Chapo
My niggas Chicano's my niggas Vallucos
Killers are killers they never show pity
So don't fuck with me and for sure not my city
Juvie guards funny
his ass Scoomed, Mr. Check him off the list
Who I am
Blow a check up on a bitch
Remember I was down bad, but now this check all on my wrist
I just want
And every time I'm finna buss she catching it like the flu
Keep my hands by her waist I be loving her shape
The x gave me super powers but I can't wear a cape
(Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger)
Okay
Bitch, I rock, roll, then cock, blow (okay)
Off my socks, hoes, I get them bitches wet
the Chi-town, I’m keeping it G from the get go.
Windy city killers, man they shootin’ when the wind blow.
From Oklahoma to New York, I rep my kinfolk.
Thought
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
me, fuck it, buy the
Coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
It--nigga wit a Benz fucking it.
Doesn't it seem odd
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
whole planets
Hoe don’t panic
Come with a sinner
Blunts for the winners
Get bun with the infra
Stunt with the sinners
Get brung by the killers
Funds in
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walkin' down the dead road, ayy
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate
Say yum,
Say Guap - guap - guap,
Niggas trade blows like Swap Shop,
First blood drop but it don't - stop,
Square go mad like fight - Flock!
Whip
Hey, I'm in hell with a chinchilla
I'm surrounded by some killers
I don't know what to do
I'm just tryna find my way
Just tryna make it through
casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your
keep them Normal killers
They come and kill you
Yeah, them my niggas
Get poked for your figures
And then forget you
Yeah, them my niggas
Wherever
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
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