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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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 ****, 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)