Lyrics:
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
Make the best of men guess again, I'm fresh in wind
Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped
'Cause they
Ay, ay
I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
Ain't no killer but
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement,
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement,
with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be too specific
Like I rather be a killer than be statistic
I never fold
A cold blooded Killer
To pillage and plunder
Indestructible
To ground all anger
To move forward we weaken
It seems sincere
To battle the beast
Who
the lessons taught by a thug
For every fatherless nigga becomes a fatherless killer
Mostly what I am expose to if the cuffs don't fit us it means perish
I've
niggas
Raised by goons goblins and killers
Lions tigers whatever my nigga
Taught me all the ways to get the skriller
Taught me all the ways to get
Me and my niggas smoke weed at an incredible dosage, have niggas slumped like we Got Shocked by 1000 watts voltage
The liquor don't make you hulk
a fuckin' killer, I'm so mad about drugs, drugs, drugs, I'm mad about drugs
I'mma be a failure surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Searching
don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea we're smoking
was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop
Peace
(M'-M')
(M'-M')
(Huh)
And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler
Beg
don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea we're smoking
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
I'm a shark I'm a shark
A killer of the ocean
I'm a shark I'm a shark
Silently I strike
I'm a shark I'm a shark
I'm dumber than a tree
I only have
you can't afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up
Through waves
they shift
Below they hide
Corporate killers
Side by side
Process this signal
Final post
Global defiance
No hope
little shoving games
Fucking
Pushing me.
You pulled the trigger,
Trapped in,
The wake,
Of your
Dream
You're all killers.
Always fucking
You can't short me out my money, I want all of that
Post up in them trenches where them killers and them robbers at
When I press that button, ain't
I want it now
A killer divine searching for blood
Sucking you dry I'm devoured by your blood
Villa Vampiria
Welcome to my house
I like
hop off
Zodi Dosia killer Lock Jaw duck and hide when the murders pop off off top
I got yall inside of my cross hairs dont cross here
Northern Cali
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