ever ever was for They say the cop wrote a letter apologizing to Oscar Guess they say I'm wrong cause I steal... Police in the ghetto, they is killing
holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed, Mike
in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike
to Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four
don't be no punk And while the nigger's keep jocking I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be The city of killers
reckon I want more doe than David Beckham my boys blaze zoots and beers we neck em off So you can suck out cuz I spit bars on the mike then I duck
kill her so i say good night to her she don't want me to leave i can see right through her So we, dipped hopped burned one trip by get low like Corribean
fuck your litte bitch ass up we are not killers, my vato will have you shot though drag through the varrio and fucked like Kim Osario litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real we burn
vest walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest. these monkey niggas on that monkey shit. best keep a revolva i boss like a gorilla and kill em with a
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
up, burn brother for the real..fast Terrible lung split frame for reala One-man go low hit man guerilla Whispering there something of a thriller, killer
shit It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch And which nigga want to fight I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike Fat dick for all my enemies
't nobody here but me [Hook] [Verse 3 - Killer Mike] Yeah I smoke, and I drank Yeah I pop, and I lean Might see me on M.L. King Burnin rubber, burnin
(Violent J) If I was a Serial Killer they would find all my victim's heads in funky ass gas station toilets And if I was a Serial Killer I would be
grip grain on the stair Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex But when I wake up, I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber When
Major, hell, motherfuckin', yeah This one goes out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin
gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little Dog, Bigger Bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas Didja do it? Thought
