Lyrics:
Bitch You know I'm that nigga too official like a couple refs
I'm working in the lab perfect my craft I'm cooking like a chef
I Keep a killer on my
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
Eastside killers keep it (gangsta)
Northside monsters keep it (gangsta)
[Killer Mike]
See I in the V.I. staggerin and weed eyed
Stumbling and laughin rollin
She'll probably tell you I wrote a song and put your story inside it, fuck
I forgot to tell you, I'm like a famous rapper now
Signed a record deal, I
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
[Chorus:]
This, means, war!
Want to bring it to, bring it to me?
Want to bring it to me, we in the D
You, we got you
Spot him before he spots
want no beef like Sizzlean
So what it really mean
Hangin' on the stoop with niggaz
No money iz you stupid nigga
My niggaz like to ball, we ain't hooping
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
like Ne-yo
Paranoid when they get closer
I done got bout 3 opps on my line
This forty-five gone put him six Tho
Stop with all that talking loud
Think you
the tip
With your big Lisa Loeba lips as I lick your clit
You sound like a kitten purrin,
You want some milk I have to substitute it with my urine *meow*
I
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
a killer-like motive and a four-wheel drive
Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive
I know you steal from other rappers like a rat on the hunt
Therefore
my teeth
So everywhere might crack a smile
(Everywhere might crack a smile)
Hold on real lane switcher
I heard you got lames with ya
That mean you
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
course now found
Start high at 8 thousand
Hope you don't hit ground
Round on round
Mark it down homie
Square by square
What it do
Give ya best to help it
made
Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's
With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)
F*** twitter n**** in real life
the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
This is the story of a murderer
A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer
I didn't mean to kill him, listen to me, wait
I was talkin'
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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