Dead, dead, dead, dead
Kill kill kill em all
Kill
(Leave em lyircally)
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die
(Get em)
When I hit em
With the rythem
Nigga chill em to the bone
I kill em with a lyric
N them niggas gettin gone
I can never finish a song
Ccause the competition
Never hold on that long
Flow faster
Than the minutes
Go on my phone
He wicked lyrical criminal
I'm on my own
The sickest individual
Ya'll might know'I'm
I blow a niggas mouth out
All I show em
Is I'm a monster
Beast
Runnin' through
Like the Nephalif
N I'm fuckin up
The best'a them
Okay nigga
Let's pretend that you
A bullet proof vest
N I'm an automatic weapon then
N that chest you call
Yourself protectin is your title
But when I'm releasing this heat
It's vital, ya die
Goin against me is suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin back
Like I just sold
A sack on the 99
Drive by
N I kill em with words
Bloody
A mess all over the curb
Murda mo some mo, hit em hard
Get em all, kill em all
Hit the nigger in the heart
For having a thought
Then hit 'I'm in the brain
For thinkin' he can hang
Perfect execution
Last assassination
Murda mo, murda mo
Murda mo, murda
(Killa, killa)
I told ya'll I was about
To get it crackin
Keepin the blaze
Can't fade Krayzie Jackson
Creep with the AK
Straight aimed exactly
Enter the brain
Bang bang
Stained with platinum
A magnum for hit records
Treck a nigga like (?)
No floss, so believe
That'cha seen
Whut'cha saw, so raw
Nake ya broad wanna get naked
Cause I spit that fire, dawg
Hot heat ta burn ya
Had to take
A little bitta me ta learn ya
If anybody really got beef
Than stroll up
N sho'fun they gonn' get
Broke n rolled up
Get smoked n folded up
I'm kinda
Like a 4-4 just load me up
(Yeah)
But when I bust
I'm like a AK-47
Under the dust
Is whut
The muthafuckas reppin
Check em
N ask em how they got there
Leathaface
Let the sawed off pop
Yeah, n make sure
All the bullshit stop there
Cause 20 of em verses me
Still is not fair
Just not fair
N always strong
Tto the finish
Never seen a nigga
So I'll that's so wicked
None like me before
Nigga feel like you iller
Than this then come get it
Perfect execution
Last assassination
Murda mo, murda mo
Murda mo, murda
(Krays a killa, killa)
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Kill, kill, kill em all
Kill
(Leave em lyircally)
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Die, die, die, die
Die, die die
