[Killa Hoe] Yes, motherfuckers Yet you have entered the psycho ward Where the X-Raided lays his head, niggas So let that nigga tell his story... beotch [X-Raided] I be stalkin' like jason, nigga I ain't sayin' shit Mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit Ain't gon' be no "cha cha cha... cha cha cha" 'Cause all you gon' be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop" And it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteenth I don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteenth Any day is good for me to go and kill a ho So fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo And it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street But freddy's bitch-ass is dead, so now you got to deal wit' me And ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo' 'Cause I'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode Slit 'em open with the straight razor Killin' 'em quicker than that mother fucker pinhead on hellraiser I'm hellbound so the X-Raided loc ain't no joke When I creep I use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide open 'Cause nigga you know I got no brain Mama said when I was young I didn't play I liked to gangbang My psychiatrist told me I was totally insane I'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same daisy I got that loco-active siccness Makin' a nigga lunatic I fit you filthy murderous when I'm blastin' on them bitches Killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead I'm full of that liquor I'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da shit sicc So psychoactive nigga bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t Don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate And I ain't trippin' on all that payback shit you ripped in jail By then I'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga You fuckin' with the g'sta When you runnin' up on the x you better bring your favorite preacher Witchya 'Cause you gon' need him to be a witness when I smoke ya Look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta" [Killa Hoe (Da Misses)] Creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark... (... murderin' motherfuckers) Aimin' for the heart... (... slaughterin' motherfuckers) [X2] [Da Misses] Pick up yo' god damn remote turn on your TV Ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty Look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG" Oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me And to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a g 'Cause I got that S A C on my motherfuckin' family, uzi Shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' heart And bury your ass in the motherfuckin' park Pop chop chop goes your head 'Cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt My dear, catch the needle in your eye Time to get wicked oh yeah time to die 'Cause the voices be sayin' "misses start sprayin' On these punk-ass niggas talkin' shit and nuts ain't even hangin'" So slippedy slip slip slip slip slide Got the fuckin' Glock and on your soul I'm 'a ride Because it's the motherfuckin' bone Ready to get gone And it's da motherfuckin' miss with the mask on [Killa Hoe] Creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on [Chopah] Biatch get your grip 'cause I'm on that mission I slit first like O.J. so don't let me start rippin' Shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body warm But niggas are wanted for the life I have no pitty 'cause I love harm So I... want to bust caps like a g Hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me "you crazy nigga," not crazy, I'm psycho Once I'm bustin' shots at them niggas moonwalk just like michael I flip, 'how you flip?' I'm flippin' it back and forth I'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport Oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest I'm 'bouts to pop ya How many times do I have to tell you you cannot like fuck with the chopsta I rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign to Slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you With my mask on, my paths leave no evidence Black gloves black scarf crept I creep nights so handle shits You punk-ass bustas I heard you couldn't trust us Your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is bustas Vamp like that, black is cool I see no sunshine Knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines Biotch! [Killa Hoe (Da Misses)] Creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark... (... murderin' motherfuckers) Aimin' for the heart... (... slaughterin' motherfuckers) [Lunasicc] Whan ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked Just knowin' a nigga like Lunasicc don't be givin' a fuck So uh, I lit it up now I'm gettin' up out of that bitch Tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground I left him dead his bloody head left on the concrete There he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat I'm gettin' ghost like casper But I'm not that friendly nigga I'm that Lunasicc bastard I'm hazardous to my own health Just any minute I just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own self So we can take it to the next level I go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck the devil!" So we can take it to the crossroads, motherfucker Even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you bustas Fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one Fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones Kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion All I want is the cash, if there ain't none I'ma blast Killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse You're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurse You'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast Ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motherfuckin' ass With the quicka, the reepa the nigga Takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome Lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin' with my mask on [Killa hoe (da misses)] Creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark... (... murderin' motherfuckers) Aimin' for the heart... (... slaughterin' motherfuckers) [X2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
