Lyrics:
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
a sudden chill
How do you do? my name is trouble
I'm coming in for the kill
I'm in for the kill
And you know I will
Set the ball a-rollin'
I'll be clicking
all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fuckin' radical, nigga
Left, right, left, right
Fuck cops, I'm a fuckin' rock star
Rebel
at your head, not-a-leg eh?
Nigga I will kill your bitch
Then fuck her and make you watch
We do thangs, like raid spots
Probably catch you
hide your face from all the guilt
And it's a shame to have to say you had to kill to gain control
But at least you made some money, hey, let the good
no filet gumbo babe without the rue
Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues
I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on
'Cause what don't kill me make me
Wants to kill me something
He wants to kill me off of the street
Don't wipe my tongue
Or spread me up and break me a fever
Give me something I
Decide Fi Go And Kill The Conversation So Me Sit Down Right Beside Sister Pam Who A Tell Me Everything About The Congregation Bout Sister Paulette And Her
I only do shows for burn victims
So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna blame me for fuckin' up rap
Who's fuckin
Fuck, kill, and prosper
Is the gospel of Wonderland, where
Street sands, are quick
To suck you down to the abyss
With the lure of pure bliss
this
You know, all these niggas out here just
Talkin' this East coast, west coast bullshit
Niggas need to kill that shit and make some money, you
wakes in this past year
Than the motherfuckin' Bingos lost last year
So ain't no motherfuckin' thang for me
To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with
the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, you've made your kill
Cause you took advantage of me
I'm just like an apple on a bough
And you're gonna
the hammer back & kill him
[Face]
We finna (get him) & once we (get him)
Gotta make a statement
He fucked the family
Man to respect 'em we gotta waste
some more,till it some more
Yow,farmer put down all the food ah mi door
Me say till it some-,Babylon no kill nothing more
Or else Rasta ah go judge
the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, you've made your kill
Cause you took advantage of me
I'm just like an apple on a bough
And you're gonna
for her
The moral of the story I'm building...
Like ODB say, "We for the children"
Nike make a killin off us, we kill each other, it kills
kill me, kill off de jet
From out of me double AA
Like some 90 minutes cassette
No silicon no in a ya breast
No stretch mark no de pon ya chest
the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, you've made your kill
Cause you took advantage of me
I'm just like an apple on a bough
And you're gonna
a stand off clip
That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain
Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy
That's for
We make it clap
We make it clap
(Huh) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Flipmode) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes)
Sean-a-paul (Sean Paul)
One more time (ha) kill
amerikilla
I got skills to kill like overdosin' pills
Blood spills for million dollar bills
You can't try to peel this or feel the illness
Of a nigga that's
Ren, nigga Spice-1 and them
Hit 'em wit a venom send 'em down kill 'em when I spit
When I get a bit of scrilla Tech is givin niggas shit
Love 'em love
Take a listen around you
All the people that crowd around in your house
They've been wanting to kill you in your sleep
Take a load off and bow
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