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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