Текст песне : Krumbsnatcha. To All The Killas.
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
K B X, yo, yo
Who wants to test the untestable?
Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable
Where the bullet not
Don't get caught in drop when the light change
Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane
Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on
Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon
Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit
Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets
I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns
And take funds, whether number ones or sulibate nuns
Shit's official, fuck five mics, it's five pistols
Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue
Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer
Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer
Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Donna Summa
Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents
For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit
Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit
Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose
The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up, you're worthless
Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers
Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin'
We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to housings
Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire
Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires
We on some eighty six, stick-up figure impulse
The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my squadron
Get no part of this, we robbin', your position
On the mission to target, is you bitch made?
My army brigade got the plan made
We rippin' thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade
The illest executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless
It's symbolic to monogamous hollow tips
Rippin' thru they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress
We come in vain with some envious techs
My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry
That's constantly shootin' for this life of equality
Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories
Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony
Receiver of many, I come with plenty
A poison for they belly, into hell is where I send the enemies
If you can stand the heat, step in the flame
And get your fame put to shame 'cuz you lame
Leavin' your bitch rappers slain, truly insane
You leave this earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars
Is what you see when my seven half mind spars
Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your cerebral
Keepin' you civilized the thug way
Your mug stay the same way the slug lay
Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts
Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch
Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast
Play fast, full mission from the stash
Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave sewn
Chrome, nickel-plated, forty four murder, dead zone
Police tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints
Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for cents
Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely
Drinkin' Valentine ghetto bubbly
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
K B X, yo, yo
Who wants to test the untestable?
Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable
Where the bullet not
Don't get caught in drop when the light change
Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane
Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on
Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon
Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit
Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets
I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns
And take funds, whether number ones or sulibate nuns
Shit's official, fuck five mics, it's five pistols
Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue
Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer
Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer
Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Donna Summa
Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents
For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit
Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit
Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose
The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up, you're worthless
Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers
Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin'
We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to housings
Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire
Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires
We on some eighty six, stick-up figure impulse
The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my squadron
Get no part of this, we robbin', your position
On the mission to target, is you bitch made?
My army brigade got the plan made
We rippin' thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade
The illest executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless
It's symbolic to monogamous hollow tips
Rippin' thru they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress
We come in vain with some envious techs
My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry
That's constantly shootin' for this life of equality
Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories
Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony
Receiver of many, I come with plenty
A poison for they belly, into hell is where I send the enemies
If you can stand the heat, step in the flame
And get your fame put to shame 'cuz you lame
Leavin' your bitch rappers slain, truly insane
You leave this earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars
Is what you see when my seven half mind spars
Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your cerebral
Keepin' you civilized the thug way
Your mug stay the same way the slug lay
Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts
Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch
Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast
Play fast, full mission from the stash
Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave sewn
Chrome, nickel-plated, forty four murder, dead zone
Police tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints
Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for cents
Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely
Drinkin' Valentine ghetto bubbly
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to real niggaz
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