company Eyes as black as frying pans and wilmas on T.V. Billy Ruebens burns the blood don't move it stings New Killer! New Killer! New Killers yeah No
Shit Best, Artist In The West Yes, Liturally The Fans Comparing Me To Who? Come On, Ya Killin' Me The Enemy Keep Tryin' But Can't Get Rid Of Me Bombs
Gonna run forget her Who needs effects? Who needs to pay for sex? When they drop the bomb (When they) Who will stay calm? Blood will spill Who would you kill
sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis
chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this
see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run this city
I put a surge in your city with my lyrics in the air Shock hazardous, take caution and beware Of high bolts and killer hertz, lyrics will kill, they
beast There was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red The two of us would surely have ended up dead [Chorus] You stopped us from killing
time put juice in mine? Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill
, than probably one of us broke in Chorus My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling Lit it like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my
biggest killer that you ever seen Once I'm older I'm takin' over ima be king I was locked up in jail when he got the new land Opened his cells I guess
ole lucky number 7 brand Get rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire Look out for the new
mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah) See man, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (
