Kill 'Em All (Street Version) Lyrics

It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me 'cuz I'ma lay for 'em
If I have to gradually down or after the only fib be love and disasterTears before laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin' wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn
Before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now I'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin', baby, I hit 'em allLord, I won't be denied, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise

Baby, I kill 'em all
Thinkin' it's a game, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin', I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For operatin' like planes, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'emBaby, I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
Nigga nuthin' so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh, you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eatin' at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it
You be the next nigga, never have to go back and been itCold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin' to get this world to see
Hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don't talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
To earn a dollar makes sense, baby, I hit 'em allLord, I won't be denied, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise
Baby, I kill 'em all
Thinkin' it's a game, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin', I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For operatin' like planes, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'emBaby, I come in style comin' fresh out of queens
(Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest
God bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knotOh shit, you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse when I leave your brain in front
Now settle down get your shit tight
Should we expect move right and everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone
Top dogg motherfuckers recognize, baby, I'm hit 'em allLord, I won't be denied, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise
Baby, I kill 'em all
Thinkin' it's a game, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin', I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
For operatin' like planes, I'ma hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'em
Baby, I kill 'em all
Hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'em
Songwriters
Carter, Shawn C / Hinson, Edward / Atkins, Jeffrey B / Lorenzo, IrvingPublished by
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