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
: 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
Fucken Cry Man True Sellin Blow Them Bonivilles Turn To Bm'z(Whhhhhoo) Some Niggas Want To B Mike But Me I Want 2 B Him (Man Lookin Good Man) 4 Finger
litte bitch ass up we are not killers, my vato will have you shot though drag through the body on fuck, like Kim Osario's litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real we burn
kill her So I say goodnight to her She don't want me to leave I can see right through her So we dip out Burn one trip back Get low like Carribean Limbo
Murda the instrumental Murda the rhythm I ride to the rhythm of murda Its murda This lyrical venom I serve a Gone kill 'um at minimal murda Nigga burn
the sweat might kill her so i say goodnight to her she dont want me to leave i can see right through her so we..dipped out, burn, one trip, out get low
: If i was a serial killer, they would find all my victims heads in funky-ass station toilets and if i was a serial killer, i would be strage and deranged
bitch ass up we are not killers, my vato will have you shot-o drag through the varrio and fucked like Kim Osario litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real we burn
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 it was
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
