Lyrics:
them till the end
I know a couple killers mess with them they gon’ murder you
He talking bout he hot, nigga I ain’t ever heard of you
You said hop
500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs
[Memphis
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
hectic!
What an incredible sound
The President's down
The crowd distracted by the sounds of 3 rounds
Some say 2, but who's counting?
While Lee bouncing out
Billionaire Views nigga
Watch out she a cold killer
Self made
She a go getter
Motivated money flipper
Didn’t even need a quarter brick
I was
listening to her CD Collection, I inquiring about any
I didn't recognize, I put in Ten Thousand Maniacs Our Time in Eden album, informing
Her that I had all
I checked the CD shelf
Alone in a thrift store
Reading Garth Brooks
Boygroups and more
I wanted to give up
When I found the albums
With their cases
pastel
Push a gold plated 'Rari
A thousand bricks cracked the last scale
Servin' all nights, fiends up
Three days no sleep, I gotta re-up
KAWS painting
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
(Killer Mike talking on the phone)
Aight... so you niggaz want to know how a nigga is up in jail...
Servin' a 40 to life sentence...
For dope that
skills or a CD
I
Still don't really know what makes a real nigga
The sky
Grayed up, prayed up, cuz they kill niggas
But if killers is the villains, then
uh huh
And if you think I'm choking under pressure, go listen to the third CD uh huh (get it)
I've been pulling the weight
Keep the colt in the vault
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Ceo)
I'm Not A Criminal
[Verse 2:]
Call Up Universal Tell Them Open Up The Vault
N Tell Them I Just Had Another Million Dollar Thought
Albums Do Not
Ceo)
I'm Not A Criminal
[Verse 2:]
Call Up Universal Tell Them Open Up The Vault
N Tell Them I Just Had Another Million Dollar Thought
Albums Do Not
Ceo)
I'm Not A Criminal
[Verse 2:]
Call Up Universal Tell Them Open Up The Vault
N Tell Them I Just Had Another Million Dollar Thought
Albums Do Not
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer
the album, typical
Bitch my wrist is gold
I'm Ibaka on the pick-and-roll
I make sure the bricks step in
I push the envelope
three piece pitch, hittin licks
overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick
"I started small time, dope game, cocaine.." -> Scarface
"Boy don't
'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up with
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer
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