Lyrics:
25 to life me cuz I'm killing all you boys
One by one, I'm D.C. sniping all you boys
But I keeps the chosen ones
I love the freaky boys
Not many
Alright, alright, chill, chill, chill
Everybody listen up
I need Bradley over by the Slurpees
Larkin, go distract that homie over there
Austin, you
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you
money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily
Who get on board and kill for some
sheep
(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x3*
Verse 2: Chuck D
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin sure
first blood
first blood
im takin fucking hard
more blood
more blood
im kill that fuckin scum
damn bitch again run
stab her back im fuckin damn
im
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a n**** finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
by his man nigga got tricked and died
There aint no switching sides im YKP till i die
If she dont answer on the first ring bet you i wont try again
I
tryna kill me
45 By my side cuz outside its getting chilly
Bring the heat Like a flame to the philly
Bring the pain to my brain light my feelings
Fly away
that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
Love at first
Use me like a doll
You hit pause like VCR
I came down inside you car and realized
We gone so far and I don't really like
When you give
And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts
I'm surprised that I survived
I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall
I can remember the first girl
the kill
Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohs
Yes you'll be hit and the curse is on you
The curse of the pharaohs can be so deadly
Just destroying
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
of the homies got popped
And I was the first one doing my first drop by
It was kinda fucked up the way they tried to set me up
Me and my bro, we was headed
as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
And call her out by her name
I can make her
tryna make finishers
Should be greatful to witness a lyricist
Flow so exquisite put paper to pen
Finger to phone tryna kill with no skeng
But I still load
since the first
I'm re'ing up by the third
I'ma get it off the curb
I'ma keep it on my hip
It's all gone by the fifth
I'ma do that shit again
Bring it
me by my first name
I just seen an op right on the corner Kill another one
Clean his body up
He bubble wrapped
Then Brody ditched the guns
Brody asked
move onward
Warriors we put em' on first, this is our turf
Fuck all these fake concepts, this is all work
(de, slaine!) we kill the concert
Break em'
give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been
Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans
Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books
And if you're, not gonna eat that
Kill joy
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