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Mylo Xyloto (Coldplay) · Mylo Xyloto (Coldplay) · Mylo Xyloto (Coldplay) · A Rough Guide to Rave by Mylo: Mixmag 11/05 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 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 »


callin' my name
Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein 

See I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs
My enemy in blood when I come
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams
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
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
tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last words from my
I told you, nigga
This is why they fuck with me
You fake, nigga
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah 
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors 
They watch over us, told me where to go 
But I can
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you've always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never
[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
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A niggas always into something

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre
don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

Blast for me
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A niggas always into something

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre
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
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
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth
Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth
'Til
Tryin to find some pills,
Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply,got everythang a nigga love to buy, It?s me, MD
Skirtin from the killer whales,
spirit do no better, but I told him
"I can't sugar coat the answer for you
This is how I feel—if somebody kill my son
That mean somebody's gettin'
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
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
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
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
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth
Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth
'Til
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
(Come on come see me)
The devil had entered my soul, my momma had beat it out me
Remember my grandmama had told me you better be somebody
Hop in my