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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What can I say to make you see how the I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone 'cause I
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack
Came buckin', spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And done fucked her in love with the chick
The was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the 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 feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin'
And this livin' and pause and this
I can spit it for some who for nigga the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em the technical precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If beef, get the shit off ya chest

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

I'll still up the trunk
nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the is the ultimate adrenaline rush

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

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