(Killer Mike talking on the phone) Aight... so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail... Servin' a 40 to life sentence... For dope that wasn
right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike
was fine Pressure was ours [Killer Mike:] God damnit the way dogs that ran part runnin rabbit These pigs goin ham samich In new york killed a young brother In atlata killed
, man. The money, the cars, the bitches could fuck up a great friendship. Ya know! To all my partners and the partners I lost. [Killer Mike:] You used
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike
kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike] I know
pain, my strife) Oh baby, oh baby I would never leave you girl (Good days, bad nights) You know I love you (Lovely fistfights) Oh baby, oh baby [Killer Mike] Killa
things I'm hitting eagle bitches In the forehead with this game Lame niggas imitate But they can't do it the same Fuck all haters Go and get your money man [Chorus x2] [killer mike
[Killer Mike] [Screwed] PURPLE LABEL So niggaz want to know the story Why the label got changed from Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty? Where Dre at
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niggaz! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa
But that's just me From them female fantasies frolic freely In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Killer Kill
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest 'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo Enough to make a black ghost
Grindtime (oh the mercy) Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you
(All day I dream about) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there Killer kill from
kids and wife and You go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning Niggaz go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning [Chorus] [Killer Mike
Yeah, it's going all the way down Aquemeni records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey Doesn't mean we on the same
We have created our own road to hell We train to kill and not to feel, reactin' with a mac But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back My niggaz