Lyrics:
BoBo T
Killin The Beat (you're Killin' The Beat)
We got them singing like
Da da da da da da da
Singing like
Da da da da da da da
Flow like
to the facilities
My Eydeas and Abilities will probably be glossed over by false soldiers, tryin' to make they
quota
North Dakota, Wisconsin, Illinois pistol holders
catch me
I hop in a foreign, aye
These niggas abhorrent
Wordplay is boring
Elementary
In your recording, aye
Sunk like a sandtrap
Killin' her pussy,
families
Eaten alive by hell’s hungry maw
But tonight tortured souls, you will see the hand of justice
Rise, fall, and crack his fucking
I’ve got an axe
families
Eaten alive by hell's hungry maw
But tonight tortured souls, you will see the hand of justice
Rise, fall, and crack his fucking
I've got an axe
fake nothing ain't no telling lies
Got no off days ain't no getting by nah
We leavin'
And babygirl with me she vegan
Yeah I'm gripping her ass while she
your love is a 187, takin me to heaven
its killin me your love should be this good
baby i gots to take this time to give you props
cuz you been
Ever since I was a youngin
The system was set up against me
Pops up and left me
Leaving my mom by her lonely
Thank you for raising a soldier
Loteyo
the boys, is the policy of a foe
A boy makes too much noise you know
Let me put this, in proper perspective
Killin that noise is my prime objective
know it's killin' You because it's killin'
me and matter of fact there's somethin' else
he's concealin' see, the person that
I've been prayin' about
to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone
I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she'd like me to
She like me too much
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little
a hold
[Chorus]
Killin’ me slowly (Huh)
Runnin' my nose, keep droppin’ my Rollie (My)
Throwin' up on my clothes
Nightmare, that dream that you sold me
Killin' time, when time won't die
And that's why I'm
Drivin' around
Just me and all my best friends
All over town
No special place to go
Never
they kill it
DJ Lord, Public Enemy they be killin' it
Still don't get it confused, shit
I be killin' it dude
Elevated, it ain't the shoes
It is what it
like the treasury
Nigga swear they ballin' like they 7 feet
Like John Lennon, just let it be
(I got my whole life ahead of me)
I judge a man by his
[Gunshot. Crickets. Heavy breathing.]
Never will another try to play
on another killin' day.
So, if you want to come around our way,
you know
some
brains leaking off my baseball bat
It's gonna be a murder after midnight
You can say it was a killin by
a lunatic
It's gonna be a murder after
you stay by my side? Are you my ride or die?
Killin' shit like Bonnie and Clyde
K-kick shit out the coupe, I ain't even fuck you
Tell me, is it true?
murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous
by my bag
And I only want more
I'm pouring the wok
Cos I'm a leaner
We makin' hits till we filling arenas
You tryna hate like it do shit to me
I just
Kang when I'm conquering
Anyone else in the game tryin' to fuck with me
Escape in the music and comics by myself
Take me to the timeline where
happy
Kill or be killed, Id rather go to war before they catch me
Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's
A born legend by the way of .357
I'm
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