Lyrics:
I've seen tricks like this before
I've been shaken to the core
And I got over it
I've been busted by the blues
She said you're crazy but I knew
youngins is flockin' around christmas time
Where the killers do be clappin'
Gettin' snatched, 'cause truly happened
We just happy that we made it this
money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Pockets low
Fuck these hoes
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niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
when I hear groove killers
When I'm out sitting down, it's a clear time stealer
Give me a track with a phat kind of beat
A groove so unique that it
place
When the world around is racing by
And you've lost your only alibi
I will shelter you and keep you dry
From the storms that rage in your mind
the things are said and done
Now you're gonna burn
Endure the rocks the boiling seas
While I bring hell remain deceived
By battered wings and broken
kingdom killers
Immaculate conception baptism consecrate
Pear juices freshly squeezed not from concentrate
Say your holy no Venus sanctify myself
Just look around I feel blessed
This is Earth as we know best
Heavenly I feel praised
Hold this to my dying day
I've seen killers on the streets
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
I stick my dick up in this biz to get it off,
while I'm ticklin' the clitoris by stickin' it in soft,
just to trick 'em like I'm fickle and its
To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever
Just look around I feel blessed
This is Earth as we know best
Heavenly I feel praised
Hold this to my dying day
I've seen killers on the streets
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'em up thirteen times now they been calling 'em Harden
I kept his head for a trophy, you left his arms by the garbage
I hang with killers and robbers
every moment, time pass by
These new rappers too emo
I'm just stackin' bread, I put my bitch inside a mink coat
Told you niggas desert eagle, check your
hands together
Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf
Next time a red neck put a pistol down
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard
Closed my eyes by a violent river filled
With thoughts that left me shiver
Longed for a land to be delivered
Where the young don't catch the ship
burst out into
Fucking killer laughter - I couldn't catch my breath forever!
[Chorus]
And the it hit me! "Hey can you play that tape back?!?!"
I...can't
cut to the beat
Machinery dragging you by ya feet
If ya hungry you're dying to eat
Choking on Alpo with a scalpel in your adam's apple
And a calico slug
(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer shit
Death murder rap shit
Bitch
Check it
The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess
documentations
it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
supposed to get dap
I'm like, "Man, you got murdered by your opening act!" (Get outta here!)
You ain't fucking with what I brought to the table
You just
It's seems that all they play the same game
When people rate what makes you popular
My killer heels are not my aim!
It's me Jamala
But you want
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