Lyrics:
prey
Muddy water
Quiet when she moves
Gonna slaughter
Grabs you by the neck
You know your fate
Looks into your eyes
Too late
Crocodile killer
Dead
prey
Muddy water
Quiet when she moves
Gonna slaughter
Grabs you by the neck
You know your fate
Looks into your eyes
Too late
Crocodile killer
Dead
shit
Walina chayatin
Mali tah rich
By the grace of god
We going to be rich
La jiti ldarbi
Tal9ani dima ana kayn
M3a l3anasir broski
Blan hna rah bayn
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now
word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
oh oh
So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
to help you get by
I'll be ya dealer
When you make it, shit gets realer
Money talks, don't be threatening murder
You ain't a killer
You ever peep me I was
enter your yard anything you get, by force we collect
AK47, M16 Mamprusi Line akwadaa killer (gagaga) forget
Fine boy no dey put money for pocket
We no
Killer
Not a mother fuckin killer
If a nigga push me he gonna see fuckin killer
By the age of 19 was a mother fuckin dealer
(Killer)
Nigga
Not
Are the same people now turn to be our killers
Eh awoh Nkrumah ehh
Kwame Nkrumah yie
Come and see the way they're killing your people
Mu p3 y3 wu ansa
It's a Word, it's a Word, it's a Word
The Word came to life and lived as a servant
Word spread the word of God through His sermons
The Word bruised
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
[Raekwon]
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for you...
[Ghostface]
What? I'll smack fuck out ya
Smack fire out your fuckin
This is the tales of a teenage serial killer
Heheheheh
Crack crack crack go the bones in his back
As my ax makes tracks down his spine like Amtrak
nor say mi ni hip hop
For the last rhymes charley bring it back like hiccups
Miy3 national treasure Wey you Menners sit top
Young killer with the God
word to three stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream, Sinatra 'gon reign supreme
Hoping your mental get out
your rain ego pain me[00:46.39]More blessings so killers go dey gee[00:48.03]Kay Flow this your beat really sweet me[00:49.85]To the globe ebe God wey go
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
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