shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip [Killer Mike] Stoned
(feat. Andre 3000 (OutKast)) [Intro - Andre 3000] + (Killer Mike) (Let's do this {shit}) Yeah! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with
or the pride I keep it on my hips they call me onsly Go and let a few fly That made a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them
kids and wife and You go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning Niggaz go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning [Chorus] [Killer Mike
the claps is hunting. Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something. Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something. [Chorus: Killer Mike
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike
[Killer Mike] [Screwed] PURPLE LABEL So niggaz want to know the story Why the label got changed from Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty? Where Dre at
Major Hell mutha-fuckin' yeah This goes out to my man mike coolage Hell yeah Born thuggin' heartless and mean muggin' at 16 On the scene watching fiends
It’s a real bad time for black celebrities, they lockin everybody up: Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
(feat. Killer Mike) [Killer Mike] I done been to hell and back and never goin back In other words I sell it soft now, never crack A judge'll give you
motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike
Gentlemen and ladies Please put down your expensive champange It's about to get ugly in here Let's go! [Set it off motherfuckers!] My name is Mike Shinoda
rocks Got Pitts by the door I've raised other peoples to watch my back Stay away from strangers So I won't slack And I know my nigga Mike like that Baby
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike
to fuck She beeped Mike, cause she got mad She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had Mike called back, and he was on his way He just got the pussy yesterday You see, Mike
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other
Black is black, is black, is black In America today, I have to regret to say Something, something is not right And it deals with black and white Tell me Mike
