Şarkı sözleri : Killer Mike. Monster. Akshon (Yeah!).
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
KILL this is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burnin' a sac
Baby, got back and it's in baby phat
Pardon me dog for chasin' the cat
I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that
I like the front but I'm lovin' the back
I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch
Escalade dippin' I'm holdin' the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowin' my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handlin' pipe
I'll wit a pill she handle it right like Iverson
Smallest thing on the team but the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
How we gon' stop? Whoa
How we gone quit? Shit
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Duckin' you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real
Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss when catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took the whole world and murdered that shit
Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch
Later for now I'm hustlin' hits
Flippin' my words like bricks, trick
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
New, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New new for you you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
KILL this is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burnin' a sac
Baby, got back and it's in baby phat
Pardon me dog for chasin' the cat
I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that
I like the front but I'm lovin' the back
I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch
Escalade dippin' I'm holdin' the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowin' my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handlin' pipe
I'll wit a pill she handle it right like Iverson
Smallest thing on the team but the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
How we gon' stop? Whoa
How we gone quit? Shit
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Duckin' you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real
Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss when catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took the whole world and murdered that shit
Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch
Later for now I'm hustlin' hits
Flippin' my words like bricks, trick
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
New, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New new for you you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
Killer Mike
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