him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing
like me, him and wild wifey was wit 'em You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me, the son of Satan They say my killing
guy who gave Big Kenny his top hat Was one of the wounded who lived This song is his story} {Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed' "Greater love
bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
club that you're going to I'm haunting you bitch, everywhere you turn I'm following you 'Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true It's killing
be knowing they knowing and i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money
so quick test us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now Better not be so quick test us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya
my breath and puff my cigarette I think the world is just collapsin' But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest So I came back to the action When
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin
So they can flood the game with that garbage I'm poppin' 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get with Kray Kray, take action, Jackson Everytime that
man i don't know, whats wrong with me) im so gone and im out here so strong and im stuck in these streets (I run the streets, whats wrong with me) weed in the action
drugs But a nigga keep comin like I told you he was So lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell
a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder
world wit'cha/ No stress, no pain/ No pain, no gain/ You get the picture? If everybody was movin', man it would really be about action/ Tell me what'