Lyrics:
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
andare, vai, basta un mio freestyle
Idiota, confondi Daddy con i Drive-By
Sì, Agon, Emis Killa
Ma ne manca ancora uno no?
Direttamente da Prato, Gabba
Made
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
v vadh eh nayio koi filla
Circle inna tight tere varga ni dhilla
Legendary mere bol, Punjabi J Dilla
I'm KILLA!
zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
In the middle of two hoes I feel like Malcom
Put an X on all my hoes
Lil bitch I'm rich now what's the outcome
Niggas talking bout' they killas
But
the money all straight
Uh
Watch her go up
Down down
Watch her go up
Down down
Shawty body killa killa
Send them all to first forty-eight
I say
House by
Killa don’t bring out the things you need
You can’t see when I smile
Killa take me to a place, I’ll stay a while
But you want merely just wild out
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
If you my nigga you my nigga then, twin
Thick or thin, I was a kid when my brother went in
Now your lil' brudda
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
fold, I could still go back to my hood (Lil Mexico)
But I never left the hood, I still be in the hood (yeah)
I be stuffing pound bags like canned goods
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
that's why I feel Pac
How we let 'em kill Nipsey, though? I'm still shocked
That nigga showed me so much love I couldn't hold the tears
Inspired by
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
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