Lyrics:
All you killers, Devil's stoppin' [?]
I'm the guardian [?] on this throne
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers
need a place to hide away.
Are you ready are you ready
Whose the real docs of death
Oh no it's doctor death
Killer man atomic b-boys in japan.
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
moves but the crushing tiger just
Might get broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
the same
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains
I wish I could go back but wishin' is for suckers
Life was so simple then
I remember (I
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
Wake up every mornin with the crippling anxiety
Part of my routine, rather suffer quietly
Brew a cup of steam then I punch the gas
Pedal
your mind to blow, baby
When you free your mind and let it float
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just let us hang with you
Hanging in
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
DJ Heat, what up?
Hello, hit every lying clip with a Eggo
I pop more than I pop for when the cop blow
You Fruity Pebble, homosexual wearing velcro
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole
this year
You got the white house
Protected by the government killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
OBSCURED IN POLLUTION'S HAZE.
LAND IS RAW BY GREEDY BLOWS.
THE GODS WARN YOU, EXPRESSING ANGER
FOOLING AROUND LEAD TO DISASTER.
THUNDER, LIGHTNING TO FEAR
crying out their final prayers
Panic, scare, chaos in the streets
Another missile whooshes, blows an ambulance to bits
Terror at large, crippling onslaught
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
me so
Yeah
It was death by stereo
When they dealt the final blow
Nowhere to go
I turned into a killer
I'm insane
I'll cry you a river
Down
the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers
on a stairway to heaven
Ayy, ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
I took a sip and then I
Can't be bothered by your life
'Cause I can't handle mine
Some rocks you don't turn over
That's precisely what I mean
Crippling uncertainty
It's
Nightmares, Illogical acts,
messing with my sanity and my senses…
Fear, invaded by dread,
I can hear the living dead!
Savage delusions, savage depictions,
thug niggas
All the pimps and the drug dealers
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't never had shit
That's why we get crunk in
What once felt like eternity
Blows on by - Before it's seen
Dragging our hatred
cnd the fear we eat
Down this darkened path
So we just let it be
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