i was born and raised in the ghetto
coca
uhh
krillz-mania
dale dale
all my niggaz locked down
doin that time
you heard me?
this for you
we kill 'em
fuck-boy niggaz
let's go
these niggaz bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers
they plan to stop us and lock us
surround us by helicopters
joe got hella choppers and hella rockets
propeller poppers
you better watch what you sayin
you sing and this ain't the opera
push your shit back like a tracy album
you wildin
i heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the island
howlin - they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar
now i'm forever gon' get it admit it this nigga's shittin
animal hannibal flow
these hands'll damage you though
it's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones
chillin with my killers in my platinum rolls
trinity's the avenue
anybody yappin well they got to go
find his whole body decomposed
black hoodie reaper clothes
shit if his momma seen him wouldn't even know
joe
i'm a don
the son of a god
one of the hardest to ever yell out the terror squad
yeah
ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em
uhh
street shit right here
kill 'em
street runner
uhh
yo
yo
joey don't know never seen never heard shit
niggaz is harassin me
tryin to get the murders kid
i don't know them birds flew/flu
i don't know them killers went
mug shots you showin me these niggaz probably innocent
these live niggaz turned coat
now witnesses
they'll even tell on they moms
what the business is
we even got some right here in the business kid
and i ain't even gotta say no names
you know them niggaz is
coca
movin blow down to villanova
up to poughkeepsie
got some new birds for newburgh
i don't know if you got the news
i'm a shoot-er
and if that bitch ever get to talkin i will shoot her
come with them dogs
go to war with the true birds
my moms on my mind
keep yellin i'm a loser
word to my nigga pun
and his honda scooter
i lay a motherfucker down and throw away the ruger
you know
pistol this one's for you
coca
streets
we kill 'em nigga
that's how!
brrap
brrrap brrap
kill 'em
spill 'em
hang 'em off the ceiling
fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children
i am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em
hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin
got a can like a frying pan
hotter than a skillet
give a nigga his life
now he got his name on a bullet
pull it! pull it! nigga don't hesitate
levitate
anybody soul who cooperates
feds right on top of me
duck 'em like apollo creed
if you wanna find me well i'm anywhere the dollars be
killer shit is outta me
give it to whatever nigga wanted me
in the bronx river where the bodies be
fuck-boys!