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Dude, c'mon you kno what you gotta do this time around.. (Chorus) kill'em you niggas aint nuthin, kill'em you niggas is fruntin kill'em you niggas dont want it kill'em, kill'em, kill'em, kill'em.. My niggas they get it, money your niggas cant get it, money we'll killya to get it money money money money Verse1 Its like everything im doin is gangsta my whole movement is gangsta i manuever with gangstas i put the, t-r-u into gangsta im a nuisance to gangstas i be shootin at gangtas..... kill'em if he blink wrong kill'em if he think wrong kill'em show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs kill'em Letras de cancionesput his eightball, dead in the side pocket, some lead from my hot rocket left in his side pocket kill'em fuck a microwave that'll turn his head to a hot pocket im beggin you oxe stoppit cuz never do i stoppit whenever do i pop it i kill'em, kill'em, kill'em, kill'em, kill'em (laughs) Verse2 I lay around all day with the pound all day, dawg i dont play around all day(nope) i pop up wit the glock up like its groundhogs day and then i let them round off man now how dat sound off man when dat pound go bang(ooohh)(bang) ya face chow low man(goodbye) chow lil man im great when you see me bow lil man (chorus) x2 Verse3 When the glock go bang when the shot go bang all you gon hear is kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em and im not no game i pop those thangs all you gon hear is kill'em kil'em kill'em kill'em for dem nachos i'll killya for my block yo i'll killya let this nigga know hes not no gorilla and thats not no chinchilla thats a chopped up gorilla that they chopped up to getcha oh and you bought it kill'em this is not a real nigga he is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner he got spam on his plate he got ham on his plate I dont eat pork hand me some steak nigga hand me some cake fore i hand you the eighth like a muthafuckin hand that you shake give you five nigga im alive nigga who, what, where, when, why nigga, i'd nigga, kill'em (chorus) Verse4 Cam'ron whats my name, killa, who i be wit, killas, what them bitches say, killa, killa, killa, killa uh oh there go a cat fight this is there spar for dome get in the car they foam never seen cars wit phones(never?) santana I give any part to holmes I am hard to bone back out the orange cones even though I go right at the seargents dome right where my orange stones we are at home get movin and took out im usin the hood rout hustla please man you was the lookout man just lookout im a ragin bull wit amazin sold so i paid in full but theres no movie pry dawgie this the uzi ride to leave your cutie rootie tootie little bootie pie this my dutie dock you try to sue me stop how you judge me i get judge judy shot(easy) now sue me oxe i'll just lay and smile, i'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial killa (Thanks to Chulo for these lyrics) From Letras Mania