Lyrics

Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes So check you haters one by one Deep is how we fuckin' come Rat-tat-tat-tat B-izz-ag full of teflons Peepin' through my mask I'm leavin' my eyebrows down It ain't no love in my facial expressions Murder frowns when it touch The nigga that's feelin' that pain We takin' that gravy Big Kill creepin' with the Mac-90s Shoot fourty double clip eighty You better be cautious Or play yo cards right Cause when I be cappin' I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven Too many hoes like to floss Too many niggas like to cross Tryna come up with no dues But you swear you takin' the loss I don't fuck with ya kind I'm claimin' the O to the G And if you niggas looking for me I'm strapped for poppin' up on yo damn street Now don't start duckin' When my heat release this bullet destruction Lyin' and cryin' won't help you bitch Skinny Pimp me still bustin' Look at you now You piece of shit dead where you can't swim "Fuck you!" is my last words Where killaz claimin' they end Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes What you gotta s-izz-ay? Come and pl-izz-ay with the gangsta nigga Bet yo bottom dollar Make you holler for this memphis nigga Left to right, long down tight Height from some hustable Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable Fallin' through the club, watch me jook Hit the fuckin' door All I feel is anna plus them thugs Game to whoop a hoe Strapped like (?) Jesse James Take it to the western days Niggas better let they fuckin' (?) For they get a rape Claim to be a killer trick Say you first to shoot some shit Skinny go kill that anna for Tony Montana, mane let's go kill a bitch Jumpin' through the lexus See what's next as flex this fuckin' trick Slam down suburban to the curb and All I see is shit Slammin' OZ with Little G Pimpin' ass (?) Mess you up like (?) and kick circle Gangsta shoot for straight Never claim the killa role But I pack that .380 Nervous for my life, I kill you twice You ain't no killa hoe, nigga! Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes Elimination that makes me clips Beat the ultimate the twitchy gaze Split kick breakin' 'em down Microscopic of Triple Six Horror side time, terrify Bunches are rotten up underground To keep the soil fertilized Go to sleep, close your eyes, die, might Bout to cry, Infamous is not too kind So therefore I won't let you slide during the bloody rite Oh my, me sharpened up my knives Chop you into bits, drop you into them pits To be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic bitch And you'll feel the pain that no one can imagine Chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon I am Lord Infamous, death is my method The evil sea universally ratchet Those of mortal flesh have been possessed With all my corpse With my name carved deep in they chest Nevertheless eternally rest, bloody mess The devil nigga know it make you quiver You failed to squeeze the trigger I think you ain't no killa nigga Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes This is for you backstabbin bitches that be callin' me straight You got a bank and a nigga like me ain't ate shit all day But you's a jealous-hearted nigga that wanna see a playa fall Now have you ever robbed, shot and killed somebody? Nigga, hell no! You need to think, have you ever said some about a: Murderer, pimp, playa that's causin' so much drama When I blast, callin' yoself a killa Fake cap peeler, hide that bitch Jab turkey Skinny Pimp smokin' and strokin' that What about a campfire trick Murderer bumpin' these bitches down Cherry stabbin', we creep on clowns Layin' they ass down Found drowned by a lake in Funky Town Never leave yo niggas back A ditch that Memphis bitch we thick Gimisum Family causin' the tragedy Dozens of playas that (?) shit It ain't no squashin' in my heart Motherfucker show some courage Or get yo ass shot up like busta With a violent (?) from my nina roster ruger Counterfeitin' high power cowards Yall ain't no killa
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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