I only photograph my fascinations Till the stress of the flash makes them fade The danger is real but I'm mute to the feeling We started by giving each other interesting notes
from [unverified] When I smash off over there It's blood on the curb over there And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there For them
, its kill or be killed. CHORUS: K-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be-, kill or be killed (repeat twice) Belo- im'a take a life quick
rap bar I might tell you something that'll change your death Pain kills the life Pleasure loves the breath Ox acapell I'll spit this in hell With L's
You better watch what you say Livin' on the West Coast California, hey I'm a G in the highest degree I told the B U L L shit to back off me I ain't
Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking
up goes the reveille Abuse the bugle boy of company B? ?Suffer in silence?, said Brigadier General Holmes ?Or change your name to Smith or Jones Learn to live with all the death threat notes
in my '6-6, chrome deep dish Today could be your death wish I'm from Cali the birth of the Impala Them '6-4 old schools, them boys got dollars Big diamonds
on, you know? Like, a signature bed. And I thought my thing could be a loaf. Give them just enough to feel hungry but always leave them one more. Once
case last stack a locker Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbocher Get you, got you, shot the two L
time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l
we represent is hit list So remember this In my fucking city it's kill or be killed [Chorus 2X] K- I - L - L or I'll be [x3] Kill or be killed I'ma
I smash off over there It's blood on the curb over there And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there For them
house without the guns, mask and surgicals Don't tell me how I act and sound, I pack a mack and pound And strap them down to clap them clowns, I never
ass got mashed on My nigga young Face straight got his blast on So you niggas know it's on with them B.G.'s Them A-G Crip crazy-ass L-O-C's Nigga please
what you say Livin' on the West Coast California, hey [Daz:] I'm a G in the highest degree I told the B-U-L-L-shit to back off me I ain't havin' it,
your heart Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage 'Til death do us part Until then master this art and kill them With the pen thats dramatic, automatics
