a salary for taking life They send 'em in, I send 'em out My hammer carries a lot of clout Blood doesn't bother me no more They put me on the kill floor, workin' on the kill
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
Hard times are here And everywhere you go Times are harder than They ever been before Hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm You know, people are driftin' From door to door
Hard times here an' everywhere I go Time is harder than ever been before People are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where
I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself,
with me or you could have the blues Some call it arrogant, I call it confident You decide when you find on what I'm working with Damn I know I'm killing
Inmate Killer wants to go to college He wants to get his parole So the department of corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on t.
I can't Be with you nomore baby I know your heart Is breaking but how you think I feel You cheated on me felt like as if my heart Was killed baby I'm
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C
't condone bitin' see them skull and crossbones Protecting what I'm writing Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license To kill rap reciting
back 'cause my smoke don't stop, got me grooved to the curb, tryin to get this mill, deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill, an my folks
bag He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy Locked up in a prison out in Oregon He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie Killed in a bar fight
in the flow Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the
from the Soul nigga B-E-3 GO! Only competition's to chronic gun Going simmalimma tillamimma simmalimma tillamimma It's supersonic! (uh!) It takes one to know one a killer
this track I attack with anger Lure you into my tent and scream "Rebenga!" Now watch the blood spit as you die Sparks fly, when real killers collide
