Lyrics:
Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some
and to remind
MC's that I'm ill as fuck
The killer cuz with a killer buzz i'm high
Plus on the streets I got a killer buzz
Copped your CD, I feel you cuz
It's
Snežia mi peniaze, není to bilé
Stovky na tisíce chcem vidieť raz
Chcem počuť moj hlas ulicou hrať
Vravia mi: "Mico, počúvaj, si killer
Predávam hudbu do
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins
Un-shielded by the ozone layer they have successfully depleted
Left to bake in
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
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
with a brand
Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald
But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G
Had
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
by, I shout
"Hey, maybe you were meant to be my lovin' baby"
(You were meant to be my baby)
Somebody loves me, I wonder who
Maybe it's you
Won't
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
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