Lyrics:
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
fembots
We bend blocks with big shots
And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's
I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box
And like a one legged man in an ass
guess goodbyes are easier than I expected when you’re tested with your life
And you survive
Thank you all for your time
This is Kill or Be Killed
You
called the Liks
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-are-O got the spells
You never even heard Rock the Bells
My cash flows, like a bloody nose
It
Oh my god what the fuck oh my god it's all love
Sometimes we do it for the kids other times we gotta do it for us
Somebody always wanna tell you you
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
kids wanna be him
They die and trade for, -? - Colosseum
We ain't bet you, kill balling
Forward thrust, crossover left-right
Carved in the dust (What)
If you have a gun, shoot'em in the head, that's a sure way to kill'em.
Look
My son know black and white because he see it in his crayon box,
only
a mess cause I'm a nervous wreck
Butterflies are making me feel shy
Why do I even try, if my brain wants to die?
I'm a nervous wreck
I'm a nervous wreck
are frail when my soldiers start the L
You should go far for real cause you
Ain’t got no heart to kill
This ain’t no APMD you gots to chill
Well listen
So you sucker MC's better kill that noise
(Baby)
Tryin' to diss us, man
What's wrong with that
Hahahahaha
KRSOne and Scott La Rock
So you sucker MC's better kill that noise
(Baby)
Tryin' to diss us, man
What's wrong with that
Hahahahaha
KRSOne and Scott La Rock
and running from feds to houses
On the corner where the kids play
Where dealers are selling rocks to all the low life's
By them houses on the corner where
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
done
Not the black ones in my phone
Not the brownies back at home
Hey why you front of me now
I thought you'd be runnin' by now
Still runnin' yo mouth
Humpty dude
I'll spill your blood like zippity do
I'll kill your crew like lickity spit
I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly
the nearest on a cold day
They love to talk about the old days
Them man are old like, "Annie are you okay?"
I prefer not to speak like I'm José
(I prefer
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
a scene
For the kids in my city
Humans are sinners I'm petrified by
The best of them
But I am no angel I share my
Life with the worst of them
Matter fact
Mommy and Dad are never nervous or mad
When you teenagers go downtown.
Daddy and Mom just stay at home and be calm
And watch the late late show,
you live
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Die by the skill, dawg, these streets are too real
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die,
You ever had a dream
Where you were the king
Would you pursue it by any means
Even if something is holding you back
Let me tell you about that
Yeah
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
Back in the days I bubble drugs like a sauna
Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana
Get 'em like goose feathers, cold weather rock the bamma
Lie
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