k.a.r. (kill all rats)

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!