don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain
get it fucked up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up And die in that truck (be cautious when your walkin' through, be careful who you
these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle,
all [x8] (What else?) You so lame it should be your first name And I'm so raw, I'm Bolivian cocaine I'm the next of kin to LoSo or Kane I'm disrespectful
me Thrill me You can never Kill me Do me Sue me Everybody Do me Kick me Strike me Don't you Black or white me Chorus Tell me what has become of my
to eat it To buy it is to feed it Then why do we keep foolin' ourselves Chorus: Just because you read it in a magazine Or see it on the TV screen Don
never ran, this life is what I recommend And if you got a hoe it for me, then she better be a 10 I ain't picky but these girls be acting tricky When the
never ran, this life is what I recommend And if you got a hoe it for me, then she better be a 10 I aint picky but these girls be acting tricky When the
on fire Help Me Cos your intentions are pure Cos cool can only be killed never absorbed And I will never stop or compromise And no I won't kill
people, oh they dress well (yeah) They say [quick rap] What's yo' name? You the one starin Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand Do it like this, do it like
shells is soft Show you're pussy and you only do well in talk I kill pussy, kill beats, kill real word I can't decide, am I Lucas or Spielberg They pay
do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR You like, "hey, pharrel, I ain't trying to kill your mood But I can do the star trak sign
that if their gal was to see me on there one's they would wana bang me or give me shines Dappa X, white gold chain ripper, Crack pusher Man if needs be
mad (uh-huh) Give you somethin you probably ain't never had I bet your baby daddy can't do that - I got that! Killa killa for reala, got whatever you
can?t bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof The air is growing cold and there?s nothing you can do Soon there?ll be no gauze, inside
d still be a nigga in his feelings, I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one, There'd still be niggas out killing, And still be white people still
my life Do I try to live, Do I try to love Art of life An Eternal Bleeding heart You never wanna breathe your last Wanna live Can't let my heart kill