Lyrics:
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
know they can't ever little bro me
No matter how big they blow, they still a little below
It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow
Guaranteed
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
by the Big's not on the way
He'll make this detour every day
Good morning how ya doin' I'm fine take care
Got to score some points hey all is fair
I
gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas
Yeah, now that's the line of the century
I'm a killer
Everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don't think that I'm about this
Ice
and them, it packed at Madison Square
I had career, I supposed to be right back there with them
I owed it to him, I know it I show it
Don't wanna blow it
career, I supposed to be right back there with dem
I owed it to him, I know it I show it
Don't wanna blow it or pour it
For da streets, give me a beat
a motherfucking friend[00:14.21]Blicky by my side till the very end[00:16.64]And all these bitches on my line but I've been chasing M's[00:19.30]Can't complain this
to blow a bag at Harrods
I shut down the currency exchange (I shut down the currency exchange)
Across the street from my hotel (across the street from my
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
complex down by the river,
Young money men play paintball games
Here comes the war - put out the lights on the Age of Reason
So blow out the candle
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
Coming up quick like hiccups
Genocide niggas like Hitler
More like Ted Bundy I'm a killer
More like Jeffery Dahmer eat these niggas up for dinner
the dust
Bite the dust
Bite the dust
Bite the dust
Wanting a peaceful existence but insects keep bugging me
Get her by hand her blow quick and clean death
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
King Steelo opening hook:
Welcome 2 da underworld... we all from da gutter... each one teach one? Nah we rather kill each other... We blinded by
hit the house, put my shit in the oven
They get cheaper by the roster, grew to a monster
We blow them choppers, bitch
I don't know my alphabets
Tell
act out, drink, smoke, fuck
Then black out, fuck police, got all the drugs on me
By myself, no need for Co D, on codeine
Been knocking niggas out since
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin' down by the year two G
I'm goin be flyin through
Deep End
Blow-Up, 12 Angry Men
Down by Law, Faces, Ox-Bow Incident
Shame, Out of the Past
Intolerance, North by Northwest
A Clockwork Orange, Touch
Let the choppa go blow to your melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
Attention! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore,
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