Lyrics:
in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty
bitch, I'm a killa
Speak down on my name then i'mma get the drilla
Fuck around get pop by my beam
Fuck around get pop by my mane
Fuck around get pop by
I AINT A KILLA
BUT DONT PUSH ME
REVENGE IS UNDERATEDp
IMA PLAY YOU LIKE A PUSSY
ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS A LIL APPRECIATION
YET THEY HATING
CLAIMING
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
'm smoking kalis
She get right I don't want me no bitch that'll tease
Im Ight
Schwarzenegger my wrist mr freeze Shìt is ice
Mr barker the only time we check
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it
of killas
Lil' Trav, nigga, the bab nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
[Voice]
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you
(killa
I like that Huncho on the beat bitch
In my future I see me dumping weed ashes in a Grammy cup
I'm a trend killa killed the Crease slander now they
a murder beat
Yeah, I got a murder beef, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat
Me and my lil' main squeeze, give a nigga a break please
Chain on Frigidaire,
Mr. hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like
get no sleep
Mobbing in the cut this shit is in our blood, keep it gangsta like you should
And there wont be a problem, Mrs Killa get em I got em upping
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
And at the crown of the mike, I
flash a
danger sign 'Cause I'm the thrilla of Manila, M.C. cold-killa Drink
Budweiser, cannot stand Miller M.C.s cold-clockin'
you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
[The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
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