kill 'em all!
c'mon niggas
you don't want no static
maggot
cause once i point the automatic
at it
yo brain gon' get splattered
faggot
so have it your way
you got a issue wit' me?
it's okay
but if you dis-respect me nigga
motherfucka's gon' pay
my motherfucka's don't play
this some serious shit
and we murder motherfucka's we get furious wit'
the theory is this; mob-life
learn the rules
fuck rap
we own straps
and start burnin' fools
and you can turn the dues
that got juice on the street
but fuck chief
we can all get loose wit' the heat
and fuck peace
fuck stars
fuck whose in the lead
it's about who blood oozin' wit' me
ya cock-biters
i still knock bitches up off they back-wheel
to the day
come like hoover
a clean will
harder than the bars of stateville
motherfucka flip this and put bitches on stage still
drill a couple of slugs through they grille
and chase them bitches through hay-field
cause i'll peel
some hollow-points off in yo shit
and i steal
the slugs in broad-day
bitch
guillotine
knock off his shoulder
spittin' shit
like spittin' comas
surround yo death
like this exposure
check out my murderous fashion
enter the dragon" like bruce lee