'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin, with my eyes drippin down the glass Shaggy I
babies fallin all out your ass But thinkin about that I feel I'd rather kill you Cause I got you in my car You ain't goin no were bitch your dead I'd
ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my
ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket I cradle my
loca" dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo spanish Harlem all the way to san diego make it happen you know, like movin yayo i set my product, that shit
, then give you a pound 32 rounds, packin extendeds, Crossin my niggas is not recommended, Tempted to put you in a life long body cast You best guard
out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give
my index on the trigger Screaming why am I selling figure Introduce you to your digger Put your ass beside the vicar See I know where you hang Got some killers
tied you betta close shot Niggas at your set ready to kill your whole block And this shit won't stop until I give that last word Coming at my birds you
fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ? ? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush
, you see, you see we all see the same shit Just through different eyes You surprised? Don't be man, it's just real shit Holla at ya boy dip set, aye
motherfuckers and indorse yo word's You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit you got on My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam! You say I'm
with fast ignition My last decision, pulse amplification Terror with napalm, I want y'all to stay calm Alien annihilation I stay armed to the grill piece and kill
eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buddahba It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck It'
me Real killers gon' die with me Real soldiers gon' ride with me Real killers gon' die with me Look into these eyes of these thug niggas Ex-drug dealers
how I live my life (Pucka) Where's my balls? (Pucka) Where's my ice? No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes You keep poppin' shit, I'll pin my
, solve it If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of And I know that you're scared That my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, 'round Made by
never look back Give me rest from this world I never knew I was so dead until I met you Give me rest from this world Set me free from my darkness