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They Wanna Kill You (feat. DJ Premier)

Dave East

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Dave East - "They Wanna Kill You" Feat. DJ Premier (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Additional Vocals
Cousin Chet
Cousin Chet
Additional Vocals
Hood
Hood
Additional Vocals
Melvin Brown
Melvin Brown
Additional Vocals
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Steven William Duboff
Steven William Duboff
Songwriter
Arthur Kornfeld
Arthur Kornfeld
Songwriter
Christopher Martin
Christopher Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Who she like, Lee? She like Freaky Freaky Leeky? Freaky Leeky That's what I do, fuck bitches Bust niggas and I'm 2K9 And on the court Real rap, real, the fuck? On some real shit, jack You be lovin' these bitches though, jack You was lovin' her Survival of the fit, only the strong survive Survival of the fit, only the strong survive Survival of the, survival of the fit, fit, fit Only the strong, strong, strong, strong, strong survive And the people look at David and said We wanna kill you, David You probably thought the label was gon' shelf me (Because it's because of you) You prayed that this paper never helped me That we're in this position that we're in, huh (Tuh) You probably thought the label was gon' shelf me You prayed that this paper never helped me Posted up by the mailbox without a mail key Exotic weed a creed if you ever smelled me I don't wanna die young, I wanna die wealthy Niggas askin' for the most help ain't never helped me Blue or brown flag in it You think I'm gettin' to it? Well, that's accurate Acura slidin', ain't have no passengers Bubble Goose, wasn't no computers When it's trouble, shoot Money made my dick hard Honestly, fell in love with loot Mathematics supreme, knowledge and wisdom Understandin' culture, know power'll get you killed, son (We wanna kill you, David) Equality God, bill of the strong that y'all Born in the cypher, shit get tighter than Wonderbras I come from the slums Had to walk when we wanted cars Couldn't afford the shit that y'all wearin' That made me wanna rob That pressure get applied You know your son involved You so nervous, phone in your pocket, don't wanna call Feds is lurkin', I know they watchin', I wanna ball Plug fronted fifty, I'm starvin', I need a hundred more Drop it in the pot, cannonball, somersault September to April, we pumpin', take the summer off May, June, July, August, livin' lawless In Georgetown, I really was recruited by the Hoyas Maneuver through the borders My man from Cuba I told him that you could get deported What if Tookie could've saw this? No bakery, we was cuttin' cookies by the quarter Nigga ratted in New York Picked up and took his shit to Florida And the people look at David and said We wanna kill you, David Because it's because of you That we're in this position that we're in, huh When God gave them victories in battles, victories over war Nobody had anything to say negative with David, huh Survival of the fit, only the strong survive Survival of the fit, only the strong, strong survive
Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Arthur Kornfeld, Albert Johnson, Steven Duboff, Kasseem Dean, David Brewster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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