Cool J] [Hook:] You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em baby (you know that baby) You killin em
You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that
been no (?) men How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground ain't nuttin but the hog in me Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G It
the house from right to left, you know what I'm sayin'? My man Cool C about to get on the mic and bust a cold stupid rhyme, sayin' it just to get paid. So, yo Cool... Bust
, cuts After all that you still get crushed like a wall nut Damn, the brother's nice, I make em do a quicker slice Sendin em toy deejays back to Fisher
kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes
assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust
you want, we hollow in the pound And let em think they playin with that And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back [Chorus] [Desperado] I write my rhymes
all blessed with gems [Chorus] Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em) Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em) Y'all get killed for that
s no gimmiks, Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. [Verse 2: Buk] Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
, my nigga Memphis Tenn. I'm from, you can call me a titan Hot rhymes I'm writin, burnin niggas that's bitin Platinum flows I bust, ice cold is us You
me in headfirst, blind in the dark In the alligator pit with the rest of the sharks All I could think about was how they set me apart I never knew a killer
, like heavy metal do Cats act up, I hit 'em with the John Woo Yo, I chop 'em up, hit 'em up, and rip 'em up The Lion King's in town, boy, it's murder
We take em and put em on beats n we give em back no question Grandaddy of th mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent
yo yo [A.L.] From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave Brainwash to kill each other, that's the plague that they made I search em like readin
the manifold of a black Aristotle Roadkillin' MC's, with my hand on the throttle Smashin' em all, mashin' em all, bashin' em all Picked up my Friday check cashin' em
