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I need to go make me a M, i'm balling in white. I feel like Yo-Gotti
I told 'em to beam me a pint you know that my best friend name is scotty
Double

the greens
Let me pull up michael myers kill the opps and leave the scene
I'm the type that kill the cops and leave the body in the street
Kill a beat like

Yo, Boy, can't you see?  The soldiers marching down the street
One-two, one-two-three. They come for you they come for me
Run, run, save your skin.

Who's gon' stop me? (Yo)
God with me (With me, with me)
Who can really stop me? (Stop me, yeah)
Seraphim army (Oh yeah)
Who's gon' stop me? (Yo)
Because I

some bricks (pow pow)
Bitches be craving my brick
Y'all nigahs down on yo knees when i whip out my brick yall goin worship it pricks
I kill em i kill em

There's people watching me (ah-ha)
I never miss a beat

Still the night, kill the lights
Feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight
'Cause it's

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

1996

Noble
What's up nigga
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, nigga
Ah yo
What's up
Let's ride on them

to haunt me
I just can't believe it
My body is strong, I'm flowing like I live in a river
They say that I'm different, I kill it cause I know I'm forgiven

[K RoC ]
Hoe, I  gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me 
Throw a chump 
and run a man through da crowd 
He gonna give me sumthin 
Brap Rap my niggas

Hold On

Wyclef Jean

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (December 2009)

too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward

Rough 2 the Endin'

Special Ed

Revelations

1995

can put your hands up
But it don't stands up
So bring your mans up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my

5-9!

[Chorus]
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH!)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)

[Interlude: Cha

to claim what’s mine 
My Head anointed 
And my spirit blessed

They Look at me like who you be 
Yo, D I double hockey sticks 
Always known to Kill a 16

Hold On

Timbaland & Magoo

Present

2005

too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward

H4y yo it's over in here
God damn somebody bring me some juice in here

I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin'

sure you dead yeah
Swing you by your dreads
I got you hoping on one leg yeah
Aiming for yo grill here
Real niggas that kill here
Luckily you still her
I

discreet
And if I go missin', they got my fuckin' body by the shotty
Shooters killin' motherfuckers, bunch of young Gottis
We ain't ridin' waves, no boats

shit these days I have no time 
For be that brew trouble just to blow by 
rather check on my niggas make sure we all on board now 
My grandma hit me up

Here We Go

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so

Chorus

Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see

way to see Katrina
She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all

satisfying
Asking price, the afterlife
Bitch, you know I'm coming
When you smell the bodies rotting
I'mma kill yo bitch
Leave her body in the dungeon
I'm about

all scope and hope to cop a note

'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like

on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if

niggas pull up take yo money take yo jewelry
My niggas thuggin for that kill there aint no foolery
And you cant touch me it aint shit that you could do