Lyrics:
KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! are you a killer?
KILLERS! the mercilous killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers
It's time for all to work together
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot,
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot,
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
out her with formalda-
Hide and cyanide, girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder
No need for no gun powder, that only takes all
Settle for less and hope for more
God and pouring rain never come too soon
Making diamonds out of dust
Who you are is who you trust
Never by the book,
Paparazzi got me on the run run run
I been under cover, hideout for the summer
Camera ready shoot me like a gun gun gun (wait a minute)
Got me on the run run
nigga
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga
You fall for these hoes
of Bonnie
Bonnie smile at the camera for hist'ry we are a part of
Bonnie smile so the whole world will know a pretty the one that I love
Mhm mhm mhm mhm
hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight)
My nigga doin' four
for trappin', I was young (money)
A crook, I get no sympathy, the judge denied the bond (fuck)
Niggas know what's up with me, this ain't no water gun
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
[Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild I just do it for the set
She know how to make me
miss what we had, but could someone give
A message to the smallest man who ever lived?
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep
A cop was shot in the head by a 10 year old kid named Buddah in
Central Park last week
The fathers are lined up by
the coffins by the Statue of Bigotry
Everybody´s intent on killing someone
The streets are closed
And there´s a kid on the run
The bullets scream out from gun to gun
Everybody´s
The cops all said
The crowd was iced by the sight
Oh baby don't it make you feel so bad
Dark clouds are over the street
After what I read, I can hardly
Playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in
Front of Woolworth's
Tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama,
of the gun charge and laughed at my sentence
Four years, five flat post-release supervision
For niggas spitting in the wind, but that's what I get for missing
lay crumbled a woman a man
His wife stood there by you a gun in her hand
Leona Leona it's over and through
The baby is crying and calling for you
two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it,
failing bodies?
The big guns
The big guns
Sing mercy, sing mercy
Sing mercy on me
Let's pretend that everybody here wants peace
What have we done?
Why are
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