Killa Cri (feat. DJ TMB)

Cri Text & Carnage Instrumentals


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Yo it's that nigga Killa Cri and I don't take no fuckin shorts
Psycho stricken up on your porch with diesel fluid and a torch
Bringin it back now to the nineteen nineties Golden Age for sure
Like my crack cocaine it's pure fish scale you know it's raw
Now I'm the type of reaper to stomp with my heater
Reap ya with the breezer leave ya leaking in the street from my sweeper
I be the millimeter greeter making meetings with St. Peter
Bleed ya vermin clean ya fuckin bones like a bleacher
They eat ya that's to teach ya don't you reach in reach in front of Text
You'll be floppin on the deck wet chokin' on that red
Have ya momma get that text cuz you thought that this a test
Closed casket no kiss goodbye she smoke stress
Until I serve her her fix she's always feignin' for coke
Lowell's walking and talking like zombies shooting our dope
It's the Evil Money general runnin' shit like it's federal
From felonies to Fentynal we sell it all it's credible
Distribution incredible ranking colonels and sentinels
Placement is impeccable strategic intellectual
My Killas aim for ventricles ear to ear symmetrical
You'll never meet another mother fucka like me
Bandanna rockin stalkin poppin up on fuckin police
Black dickies stick em' quickly still kept my shit creased
Where them dollars at? I know you making forty one a month
Gimme gats cash fast that be on the double son
You bubble gum and soft as shit like them internet pussies
The most you faggots ever did was slang a couple of loosies
On the block and that was once we never seen you again
Once upon a time I guess for your one and only friend
The story teller for the fakes you ain't bout it suckin jakes
I'm on that murdering snakes tip and cuttin' up cakes
Stop your vitals thinking suicidal from my vibrant bible
Mind bottle homicidal pull the throttle I'm ya idol

Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Think my own writing's dope cuz I'm original
Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Move the crowd

Why not live the life I live like everyday I live's a gamble
Under pressure you can't measure normal people couldn't handle
Plays flooding my pockets all the yayo for them dope feign hos
That yola blows and suck cholos on the Lowell Ho Strolls
The four four pokes holes in popos boastin plain clothes at the palladiums
Home Depot holds and grows ingredients exploding stadiums
Burner crackin craniums my recipes are bossin
Check the COY Bombs and the jelly makin fetti that I'm flossin
Get shocked by the Cri Text doctrine and shot by the city's marksman
The bossman off you off in a coffin lye to make you soften
Omerta in foreign languages with shadows do it often
Black candles no lights burn money more coming
Ancient rituals pitiful bitches suckin dick for you
Crying getting fucked but they cum and love it too
Hooked on my lean they feign even weezing my green
Squeeze my D in a seem been a repeating scheme scene
Not a nightmare it's a dream killing kings and getting cream
Sizing organizing raids up with my team is what I deem
Necessary preliminary to flood your block with my product
Makin statements engagements not like you getting locked right up
F*ck around and gets smoked like a roach
Hosin foes and they folks reppin' a ghetto way to poach
Rolex out the window thuggin with a matching piece dumpin'
Gotchu slumped in the fetal position on the curb huggin'
Die in the gutter your mother should've fuckin swallowed you
You fuckin with niggaz that's killas done their dirt followed through
Hollow you out carve you out like Halloween
Diamond rings Hennessey lines and blood on my deen
Lowell sorcery custom embroidery shine like a mine
The lords signs are divine i find a temple in my mind
Either crime or the rhyme brick and dime this city's mine
Outta line on cloud nine fine keep hatin' on my grind you pussy faggot

Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Think my own writing's dope cuz I'm original
Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Move the crowd
Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Think my own writing's dope cuz I'm original
Listen up Pay attention
I make sure that you heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Move the crowd

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Written by: Christopher Arseniou-LaFlamme

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