You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that
Cool J] [Hook:] You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em
t be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust
no (?) men How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground ain't nuttin but the hog in me Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G It ain'
assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust
kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes
take em and put em on beats n we give em back no question Grandaddy of th mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent is
tell The Lord I love Him! Didn't invite the devil cause I gave him (?...) evil. I never ever thought Id keep my candleslit up, get em', hit em', get em
ya keys from ya niggas and ride Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem Made-nigga, we done solve 'em Cause, bitch we'll sqaush 'em Don'
shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot
skill then rely on your steal If you have no ideal or any thoughts to bill What you sought was real to give ?em slots to fill Busters stop and yield
If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel What you sought was real, to give 'em slots to fill Busters stop to deal But I face them, quicker than
t understand {How I could just kill a man!} And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man {How I could just kill a man!} You see, in these
: [B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
be like "He the bomb, dicky!" These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won't get off me So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt* Turn up my
Chorus: Don Omar] that's how we roll, we roll like this [Reek da Villan] Yeah, he he, yeah Hey let's get it [Busta Rhymes] Reek da Vill' get'em
