Kill 'em all!
C'mon niggas
(Verse 1, Traxster)
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
(Verse 2, AK)
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
Bracin' yoself, I keep on shootin' oozie
I'm strapped wit' this Uzi
I'm about to bloody up your cool-g
Livin' vision, act ill
AK, cell-block one, Stateville
C'mon niggas
(Verse 1, Traxster)
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
(Verse 2, AK)
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
Bracin' yoself, I keep on shootin' oozie
I'm strapped wit' this Uzi
I'm about to bloody up your cool-g
Livin' vision, act ill
AK, cell-block one, Stateville
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