in my pen kills Phony niggas 'til they are extinct bitch I been real [Hook] One time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times
them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, because
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (but why? ) it's spoiled (hey daddy tell him why) the milk is spoiled!! Verse two: kirk gowdy Every night (night
one 2 5 we still puffin' We got tha heat on a cold night 'n' da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night
by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill
Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake up shiverin' Pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy
core, I grew up poor Once I hit the door, I began to explore Curiosity killed my cat but not me Because I learned how to kill with agility I grew up
I wake up wonderin' who died last night Everyone and everything is at war Makin' my poetic expression hardcore I ain't afraid to say it and many can't get with it At times
I almost died This bitch in front of me was like a 105 They worry about drunks an' late night truckers Old ass bitches tryin' to kill mothafuckers This
a joke Until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 'em Make cowards disappear into thin air By puttin' shit through 'em Never comin' back Last time
yes, yes, y'all Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Sho nuff Let's ride, let's ride [Mr. G Stacka] I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer Full of herb And this killer
Murder niggas at night Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time
No children to tell them For what they'll not see in the light Choose by your voice Kills and destroys At the end you must die for the night In earlier
till i get there i'm gonna find the human somewhere turn the pages time goes backwards pay the piper to play your tune you and me in a dance forever summer nights
