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Y'all niggas ain't no killas
Y'all niggas some hoes
So check you haters one by one
Deep is how we fuckin' come
Rat-tat-tat-tat
B-izz-ag full of teflons
Peepin' through my mask
I'm leavin' my eyebrows down
It ain't no love in my facial expressions
Murder frowns when it touch
The nigga that's feelin' that pain
We takin' that gravy
Big Kill creepin' with the Mac-90s
Shoot fourty double clip eighty
You better be cautious
Or play yo cards right
Cause when I be cappin'
I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven
Too many hoes like to floss
Too many niggas like to cross
Tryna come up with no dues
But you swear you takin' the loss
I don't fuck with ya kind
I'm claimin' the O to the G
And if you niggas looking for me
I'm strapped for poppin' up on yo damn street
Now don't start duckin'
When my heat release this bullet destruction
Lyin' and cryin' won't help you bitch
Skinny Pimp me still bustin'
Look at you now
You piece of shit dead where you can't swim
"Fuck you!" is my last words
Where killaz claimin' they end
Y'all niggas ain't no killas
Y'all niggas some hoes
What you gotta s-izz-ay?
Come and pl-izz-ay with the gangsta nigga
Bet yo bottom dollar
Make you holler for this memphis nigga
Left to right, long down tight
Height from some hustable
Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable
Fallin' through the club, watch me jook
Hit the fuckin' door
All I feel is anna plus them thugs
Game to whoop a hoe
Strapped like (?) Jesse James
Take it to the western days
Niggas better let they fuckin' (?)
For they get a rape
Claim to be a killer trick
Say you first to shoot some shit
Skinny go kill that anna for
Tony Montana, mane let's go kill a bitch
Jumpin' through the lexus
See what's next as flex this fuckin' trick
Slam down suburban to the curb and
All I see is shit
Slammin' OZ with Little G
Pimpin' ass (?)
Mess you up like (?) and kick circle
Gangsta shoot for straight
Never claim the killa role
But I pack that .380
Nervous for my life, I kill you twice
You ain't no killa hoe, nigga!
Y'all niggas ain't no killas
Y'all niggas some hoes
Elimination that makes me clips
Beat the ultimate the twitchy gaze
Split kick breakin' 'em down
Microscopic of Triple Six
Horror side time, terrify
Bunches are rotten up underground
To keep the soil fertilized
Go to sleep, close your eyes, die, might
Bout to cry, Infamous is not too kind
So therefore I won't let you slide during the bloody rite
Oh my, me sharpened up my knives
Chop you into bits, drop you into them pits
To be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic bitch
And you'll feel the pain that no one can imagine
Chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon
I am Lord Infamous, death is my method
The evil sea universally ratchet
Those of mortal flesh have been possessed
With all my corpse
With my name carved deep in they chest
Nevertheless eternally rest, bloody mess
The devil nigga know it make you quiver
You failed to squeeze the trigger
I think you ain't no killa nigga
Y'all niggas ain't no killas
Y'all niggas some hoes
This is for you backstabbin bitches that be callin' me straight
You got a bank and a nigga like me ain't ate shit all day
But you's a jealous-hearted nigga that wanna see a playa fall
Now have you ever robbed, shot and killed somebody?
Nigga, hell no!
You need to think, have you ever said some about a:
Murderer, pimp, playa that's causin' so much drama
When I blast, callin' yoself a killa
Fake cap peeler, hide that bitch
Jab turkey Skinny Pimp smokin' and strokin' that
What about a campfire trick
Murderer bumpin' these bitches down
Cherry stabbin', we creep on clowns
Layin' they ass down
Found drowned by a lake in Funky Town
Never leave yo niggas back
A ditch that Memphis bitch we thick
Gimisum Family causin' the tragedy
Dozens of playas that (?) shit
It ain't no squashin' in my heart
Motherfucker show some courage
Or get yo ass shot up like busta
With a violent (?) from my nina roster ruger
Counterfeitin' high power cowards
Yall ain't no killa
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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