[Layzie] Now see I'm cockrrring up my nine I'm poprrring in the clip and cap And let you know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (son
(Chorus) 16x Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch (Project Pat) Man its the mack pimp never simp play these bitches like a chimp-panzee pass the fine ass
[Introduction] In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life.
A whole lotta niggaz want Big to make a demo tape 'Specially that bum ass nigga, uhh This goin' out to you, nigga, recognize Yo, 50, what's this? Murderer
You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns Wicked clowns, wicked clown Wicked clowns, wicked clown
Yo (We Murderers, baby) Da Murderers (I'm here for you, baby) I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby) Vita, Ja Rule I be runnin' and gunnin' them down (We Murderers
I ain't got a name I don't gotta face No fingerprints or DNA I ain't got no eyes I don't got a tongue But I know what's going on I'm deaf and dumb I'
She`s cryptic, fearless night Like transylvanian lightning Not a thing like me When she nailbomb`s the kingdom See me just sucking in the killer
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I am the Triggerman Come make my day I am the Triggerman No time to pray There'll be no last words No time to cry There'll be no last words No time to
A broken promise Unmeasurable strength Those feeble lies Spread an awful fucking stench A juicy profit And millions lying dead An attempt to conceal
When I was young those stories took me in Of G.I.Joe the comic macho man They mean murder they mean murder Disguised as fairytales The hero never fails
It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up It's all fucked up, let's fuck it
I'm watching you insense me With your effervescent hate You can kill without obsession With your morals from the state Incredible, conceivable You justify
I'll tell ya something Scagnetti In all of my days in the penal business And that ain't no small amount of days Right boys? Oh no, nope, Mickey and Mallory
(Hook) Easily Executed X4 (Verse 1) Cracking niggas jaws, running hoes into walls Punks begging for they lives, mothafucka I don't pause When I blast
Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white He used to fuck with them
(Chorus) 3x Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch killa Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch smackin killa As I slip into the back of my mind and thinkin