[Chorus: DJ Paul] x4
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
So what's a nigga to do
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Me and my nigga had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half G of tha Henn
I swerved up into the damn liquor store lot, high as fuck, I'm droppin' my gat in the stash pot
Forever it took the shit seemed cause the trick in there sweated me for the ID
I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin to run out and see that my nigga was bleedin'
Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in the bomber Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat
Finna fix these fools up a little snack, toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track
They was talkin' shit the other day now the Prophet Posse got an offer that they can not turn away
When the goddamn vomit out the strong sucka once
Scarecrow servin' head on a silver tray
I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two two, smokin' on a cool, got a call from the damn fool
Said he had the Three 6 held hostage, tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news
Then we round up the squad got The Maf' and The Kaz', we be loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools
And we comin on a run through the yard and a nigga gonna knock
Triple Six wanna pop it at you
Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop
This nigga wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-ass body
Better bring some dangerous toys when you fuckin' with the Mafia boys, don't war with us
Or get caught up in a scramble, we blow out your candle and we come out victorious
[Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4)
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
So what's a nigga to do
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
So what's a nigga to do
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Me and my nigga had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half G of tha Henn
I swerved up into the damn liquor store lot, high as fuck, I'm droppin' my gat in the stash pot
Forever it took the shit seemed cause the trick in there sweated me for the ID
I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin to run out and see that my nigga was bleedin'
Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in the bomber Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat
Finna fix these fools up a little snack, toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track
They was talkin' shit the other day now the Prophet Posse got an offer that they can not turn away
When the goddamn vomit out the strong sucka once
Scarecrow servin' head on a silver tray
I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two two, smokin' on a cool, got a call from the damn fool
Said he had the Three 6 held hostage, tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news
Then we round up the squad got The Maf' and The Kaz', we be loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools
And we comin on a run through the yard and a nigga gonna knock
Triple Six wanna pop it at you
Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop
This nigga wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-ass body
Better bring some dangerous toys when you fuckin' with the Mafia boys, don't war with us
Or get caught up in a scramble, we blow out your candle and we come out victorious
[Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4)
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
So what's a nigga to do
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