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To All The Killas
作詞:Demetrius Gibbs
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz
K B X, yo, yo Who wants to test the untestable? Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable Where the bullet not
Don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon
Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns And take funds, whether number ones or sulibate nuns
Shit's official, fuck five mics, it's five pistols Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Donna Summa Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents
For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up, you're worthless
Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin' We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to housings Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire
Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires We on some eighty six, stick-up figure impulse The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my squadron Get no part of this, we robbin', your position On the mission to target, is you bitch made? My army brigade got the plan made
We rippin' thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade The illest executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless It's symbolic to monogamous hollow tips Rippin' thru they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress We come in vain with some envious techs
My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry That's constantly shootin' for this life of equality Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony
Receiver of many, I come with plenty A poison for they belly, into hell is where I send the enemies If you can stand the heat, step in the flame And get your fame put to shame 'cuz you lame
Leavin' your bitch rappers slain, truly insane You leave this earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars Is what you see when my seven half mind spars
Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your cerebral Keepin' you civilized the thug way Your mug stay the same way the slug lay
Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast Play fast, full mission from the stash
Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave sewn Chrome, nickel-plated, forty four murder, dead zone Police tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for cents Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely Drinkin' Valentine ghetto bubbly
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz
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