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Killa, Psycho Drama,
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, what when you combine
The darkness with the

Yeah, I am than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, that bullshit up my alley
you right up the alley

With a gun fixin' to kill you I feel
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll with a gang of go
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These rigorous bullets, so rivid and to see you
in vengance and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of
You done and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas remember that I got potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You just can't kill one you bitch
You got to us all

can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

Better leave me 'cause I represent
The city known for motherfuckas
plenty money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' competition, what a pity

You ain't fuckin' it then put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to comin'
So I hope can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all niggas play around, guns I around
better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or where the be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya head from the street full of
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga
When ya sleep sleep, nigga

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack
Jackpot, ask not

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind growin' before
And this livin' and pause and likeness
I can spit it for some who for represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

I'll still open up the
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate rush

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk