WHY THE KIDS HAD TO DIE KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers KILLERS! beware of the killers Vietnam vet, home from the war Can't
ME WHY THE KIDS HAD TO DIE KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers KILLERS! beware of the killers Vietnam vet, home from the war Can't
) (verse three) {1:54 Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me Your bitch wanna mary me Rollin’ more than a cherokee Don’t, I drive what I want, and what I ain’t drivin’ I don’t
like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can't
a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean
won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months and said, "I'm ready now bitch - ain't you feelin these kicks cunt
mic skills, but these haters are ice grillin' ya Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya Fake friends'll kill for ya, die for ya But you can't
finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't
What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't
the whip and spray the whole strip (for you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a thug, this
world - the one true beholder Ice in my veins - for those who've died So far forever now alone, A greater punishment on me has been imposed A killer
week, I ain't playin' no games When it comes to money makin', know your top notch games She wanna add me to her life, like a MySpace friend Cause I kill
up I'm just marinatin' Man I'm just posted up Man, I'm just posted up I'm just marinatin' [Baby Bash] (Verse 1) I'm on that PS2 Cause it ain't nothin
’t know about, ones you don’t know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain’t over, it ain’t over, ain’t over [
s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -rah digga verse- Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Put it through everybody on
paul!!!) One more time (ha!!!) kill ’em with a rhyme (huh!!!) Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, spliff star (spliff!!!) Flipmode squad (ha!!!) we kill
days and got a nigga ass smellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin
