Lyrics:
and locked
You's a beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get
messy
This crime scene gets
I feel the tension
As it starts to mount
Gonna add me to your body count
Serial Killer
You've got Serial Killer vibes
Serial
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
and locked
You's a beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's
the money shot
Eye to eye with the reaper you hear Pac from my speakers
Used to get sneaked for my sneakers then I was baptized in ether
Truth be told my mama
I'm with the gang, they used to pain
This .40 can't help you, you need Novocaine
Who ridin' for me? I don't even know
One day it all gon' show
I
Myself someday I'll get it straight
Now I'm just sitting here just waitin'
To be a kid again
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
to a higher force then I'll stomp your corpse
It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent
One of the last livin' still-in-action general assassins
niggas pull they guns for us
And peel somethin' up and kill somethin' up
We "Go Hard" like Tennessee boys, hit 'em up
We get it every day and it's like
People they whispering
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to
Murder
All my killers gon' get away
Savage come through, he gon' get away
Mikey come through, he gon' rip it fast
Everybody gon' rip his face
And I'mma
Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro
Queens Center mall by the Sbarro
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug
of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control
It's your family I put on rows, front row
your floor just let me know so that I can hit it up
'Cause I gots to go
'Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas
'Cause it used to be
a killer beware girl
I treat you right baby i thought you deserved it
I gave you my all and I get where I hate me
And wonder, what I did wrong?
Life's
get old
Until you get told, you gotta sacrifice 9 hours of your life everyday just to make a way
Just to barely make it by
Cuz we all tryna survive
and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead
I ain't a killer but don't push me dawg
For the family I'll send that ass
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
tripping I'm just tryna get inside em
Deep Sea Diving, and I'm just happy that a nigga made it
And I'm able to put food on my kitchen table
Life is crazy, I
your last day
And I will have the last say
Give me a taste of the silver (yeah)
Wrap it on me like a killer
Ice my body, make it shimmer
I'll wallow in
something abstract
It's more like a feeling
Feelings of freedom
feelings that I used to know
and I feel I need them
They've been replaced by the empty talks
if I am a killer too
Still I'm at it, this thrill I'm after is cinematic, and really graphic
But still I'll grab it, I kill the track and I disembowel
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