Kill the author Of the best seller Place a bounty Upon his head Kill writer Of opposition Tell the squad I want that man dead I want him dead [2] Kill
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: Kill the author Of the best seller Place a bounty Upon his head Kill writer Of opposition Tell the squad I want that man dead I want him dead [2]
like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same I
:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in
't you decide?" She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride Before I turn on him I kill Satan And stick
me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D'
Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear
Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say, I'm crazy If you ask me, I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now, I can stunt
us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder, kill, kill We did that back when I was born Bill, Bill But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math I
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill
here I got her locked this year I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average
AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would make a killing I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm
like this beat R.I.P. deceased [Hook 2] Cuz Ima kill um Ima kill um Ya ima kill um Yes Ima kill um And ima kill um Ima kill um Ima kill ummummu [Lil
Q-Jay top thrillah nigga I'ma live nigga I'ma die nigga I'ma fly or I'ma gonna fry my nigga If I do, if I do ya'll go to the record store and
know I keep my eyes wide East Side high risers, West Side lowriders Vest with the four fire, yes, I fo' sho' fire D I P lowrider, see police, slow the
't nuthin but marks) Approached me with your "p" hat But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love
, I'm ballin' outta control Out of motherfuckin' control I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control Yeah, feel me man I
