shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip [Killer Mike] Stoned
(feat. Andre 3000 (OutKast)) [Intro - Andre 3000] + (Killer Mike) (Let's do this {shit}) Yeah! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with
or the pride I keep it on my hips they call me onsly Go and let a few fly That made a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them
kids and wife and You go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning Niggaz go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning [Chorus] [Killer Mike
the claps is hunting. Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something. Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something. [Chorus: Killer Mike
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike
[Killer Mike] [Screwed] PURPLE LABEL So niggaz want to know the story Why the label got changed from Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty? Where Dre at
I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing watch him fade into the other
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
: 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
now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike
: (feat. Trey Songz) [talking: Trey Songz] When I first heard this shit (C'mon) I told Drake it shoulda been called, over for these other niggas Yeahhh
to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill
seas of hatred and sin or all us people forget what we've been our only hope's your victory kill that satan who won't let us be--kill! [Chorus:] You'
YO FACE! Mike E. Clark, he make the street pound Legz Diamond, all-around in surround sound One fork up and the other one down Fuckin throw another wicked
I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these other
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other
THEY are here? Can you hear THEM breathe? Listen There?s a spider on the wall Watching shadows as THEY crawl Is the Darkness the only way, for the other
