[Intro] Aye yo, aye yo Niggas know what the fuck goin' on Light niggas not respect the name, motherfuckin' jaw 'Till they get they motherfuckin' [?] cracked, no cap NYBBA all day, every day *manic laughter* Shoot to kill Brother for real MBF 'till death Get it tickin', all my niggas eat 'till they hardly starve City Morgue cleanup crew Hikari Ultra tha label
[Verse 1: SosMula] Stop checking, whatchu wait nigga (bitch) Pistol with stain, niggas (pow-pow-pow) Heard you bustin' blades, niggas [?] tracers, nigga (pow-pow-pow) Pull up in a tank, nigga (skrr) Like a big 'ol wardog With the fuckin' sawed-off (yeah) And I kill the pretty niggas (yeah) Listen bitch, no fingerprints or a murder weapon (yeah) Loaded bitch, drift off the Porsche When I turn to left, triple six Gon' cause the loud, that's the murder session (yeah) Stanley clips, .30 rounds that's a way seven
[Hook: ZillaKami] Nah nigga, waddup, what they do Nah nigga, waddup, what they do Nah nigga, waddup, they don't lose Nah nigga, waddup, they don't lose
[Verse 2: ZillaKami] I'm stuffin' hunnids in my [?], and our town (what?) Lovin' dress-up with the ziplock bag, I'm up now (what?) I may fuck around and crash the bitch, no fuss now (okay) I may fuck around and aim that clips, focus now (okay) So drop, boy We slump, boy You fakin', that's little prob boy (bitch) You drop boys I say "whom the fucking dogs, raw" (bitch) I swing swords and machetes We been playin' all life, none of you niggas ready Got a new vest I'mma go intestines Shootout with the cops or the opps Send the message And I'd rather die to be tied and arrested And I'd rather die to be tied and arrestedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
