killing me I'm grown but the little boy is still in me We discuss monogamy, polygamy, the I's the probability Your momma ain't feeling me, it stung like a killer
[Chorus: Drake] Emotions in this game run deep So before these haters kill me in my sleep - I'd like to say it's been a pleasure Reppin 'til my last second
cappella ('pella) He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no) He can only kill 'em in the studio when somebody
niggas do is [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops
"Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on
the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run! Fuck that! Run!
the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life fast But this bottle full of yak, I'ma sip it slow Singles
know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down Slow
burstin' You haven't seen the worst and I'm right near you and my gun blast quick Dog could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin' slow around
crack you Nonchalant, idiot savant no comp Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies Kick the box, light these M-80's Ladies grab your babies, run
the way to your town You can't slow down my hits Can't slow it down man Think about this From 1983 to 2000, its 2001 And these niggas are still on the run
you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin' about you, frontin' about you We gon' get money without you [Verse 1] When shake down come through, who you gon' run
my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military Killarmy A-rabs, out for your commisary So nigga Run
reason Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh? Killas run
Mobster family steady ride, LB family steady click When us and other crews collide, choose ya weapon take a pick Load up, click clack, it's on finn'a bust, get back Run home
plenty who on my shit-list 'cause sorry represent this hit-list so remeber this, in my fuckin city, its kill or be killed. CHORUS: K-i-l-l- o-r -be-
two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
with bombs in they bomba Ya I'm crazy holmes, with that .80 chrome So if I tell ya imma kill ya send daises home [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Uh, killa Eh yo,