Seattle

Kill who? 'Fore I let you take my life, boy, I'll kill you Dangerous when I come out, she like, "I feel you" Talk before, but now it's always like, "I hear you" (This beat from Murda) like what's up with all that back and forth, no other side? Know they sick, them niggas bitches, let they brother die Know they was up but they ain't spin like washing clothes They come around, no telling what nobody knows And she got feelings when when they bomb 'em and throw 'em away It can't go no other way, what made you happy every day And you know truly, I don't ever wanna see you cry But he just wanna see you cry and you don't wanna see me die Got a nigga looking likе, "Kill who?" 'Fore I let you take my lifе, boy, I'll kill you Dangerous when I come out, she like, "I feel you" Talk before but now it's always like, "I hear you" But you don't hear me, like nigga, we got guns too You don't fear me, that stick hit shit like kung fu Chung eerie, I kinda think I want you Sight blurry like the rain on the way Say she really wanna move to Seattle I kept it real with them ni-, kept doing me Now I'm a target, went the farthest, they gon' pay me for a feat I feel the tallest, they the smallest when they standing next to me And they gon' take me how I come Air Force 1's, that's just for fun, but that ain't gas She might think it's something but to me, that's just ass Usually 'round the opps, but you still want me come pass Make me feel I want another gun, then I want another one Got a nigga looking like, "Kill who?" 'Fore I let you take my life, boy, I'll kill you Dangerous when I come out, she like, "I feel you" Talk before but now it's always like, "I hear you" But you don't hear me, like nigga, we got guns too You don't fear me, that stick hit shit like kung fu Chung eerie, I kinda think I want you Sight blurry like the rain on the way Say she really wanna move to Seattle Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy Uh, ayy, ayy Got a nigga looking like, "Kill who?" 'Fore I let you take my life, boy, I'll kill you Dangerous when I come out, she like, "I feel you" Talk before, but now it's always like, "I hear you" But you don't hear me, like nigga, we got guns too You don't fear me, that stick hit shit like kung fu Chung eerie, I kinda think I want you Sight blurry like the rain on the way Say she really wanna move to Seattle (Yung Lan on the track) ooh, yeah (Tom French with them racks) Seattle (James about that check, boy) ooh (She really wanna move to Seattle)