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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 that's inside of my shell 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' my family
I roll with a of go getters
And ghouls and them gorillas

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

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

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

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore your 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

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I
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 Capone

Better me alone 'cause I represent
The city known for killin'
Makin' money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista 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 if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the vest all the
Sacrifice my body Kamikaze
I can take all of

niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the

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

Or gang to the rhythm when I spit 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 beef, get the shit off ya chest

Don't take off ya vest, all my
Make you jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like when the 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