Lyrics:
a song where we killed the superstar
People talk, just let them talk, we're better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People
a song where we killed the superstar
People talk, just let them talk, we're better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People
a song where we killed the superstar
People talk, just let them talk, we're better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
(Zaytoven)
Kodak
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me
I gotta
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters
need
What you need girl, what you need
What you need girl...
We should be together; Edward & Bella
Be by your side, Bonnie and Clyde
I give you
it poolside (Uh)
While you tan (Uh) , livin' large (Uh)
You ever been fucked by a superstar? (Uh, uh)
Or ride dick looking at the stars? (Uh, uh)
Nigga
care if I'm a superstar, all them man I'm gonna crucify
I believe that you can fly when I put this bonsam in your eye
Crept up on him on the sly
Fuck
criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by
[Verse 1]
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust
Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest
How much pain, can I
the illest
Huh you don't wanna fuck
With these KMJ killers
Now it's on, what you motherfuckers wanna do
Nigga fuck you, cross us we buck you
Better bring it
given to you right now
Ain't no games getting played
You know who this be nigga
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin
Better yet relax, I got this
It's
your face
That's why I duck when they fly by*
From Sacramento to San Diego
From Compton to the Oakland city
Loc'ed up and thugged out
Killer's
shattered
I saw my self as bastard tagalong, harassed and spat upon
By the children of slave masters who passed it on
The saddest songs been sung
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there,
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
Once upon a lonely time
But not so lone ago
You use to be a superstar
You used to still the show
But now you get be satisfied
That singing
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy club where there's a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
On tonight. if
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