Lyrics:
hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you
Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter
You ain't my people, I don't
slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Gave another nigga credit for inventing my flow
I'm a child of God, witness the rising son
From the cradle
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
seeing through the plan
Now, we’ve begun to sing a new American Anthem.
Patiently waiting for the crippling blow,
Firmly expecting invading UFOs.
But
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
crept and I came up
Remember that killer the nigga named Leatherface
Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
Put ah bitch up in the gutter
me, fuck it, buy the
Coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
It--nigga wit a Benz fucking it.
Doesn't it seem odd
off, bitch
Gang! Gang!
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up,
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
Spinal cord snaps on impact
The lead pipe smashing through
Initial impact, devastating blow
Bits of skull fall below
Let the braining begin
Smash in
a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood
To strike a crippling blow
Well almost but not quite
Under his clawlike thumb
I can naught but succumb
That fiery fiend of mine
Definately redefines
Mercy Killer
I laid down beside her, another work day done
I slept with one hand , on her pillow, she slept with one hand on a gun
She had
and Alizé by di case
Guinness and Heineken just in case
Moët run out, we start stout off wi face
Five hundred dollar bag a high grade blow gone a space
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,
claim my trophy, with honor, by its side.
I'm a big buck killer, that's how I'm known,
In the wide-open fields, I feel right at home.
With patience
niggas, I don't know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools make 'em blow some
meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
da-da-da-de, de-dum-de-dum-de-dow
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-de-dow, hm-dow
Me and you are more than killers (yeah)
We're assassins (yeah), the way we murder
Whoa, yall niggas dope!
Five niggas loc, five killer flows, y'all finna blow!
So temptation made us sign the papers overnight sensation!
Clearly
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is
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