deep into the eyes of a killer smokin, fry One nigga you can't fuck wit Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic So bring in bodybags when
Can't be serious! Yeah! Yeah! [Verse 1: Maino] Motherfuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart To look me in the eyes with the nine that spark Cause
(feat. Ice Cube, W.C.) [Mack 10] Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved
you ills with the hotties I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi Yo lady Gotti Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill Yet make me feel like others can'
now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
f/ Nas Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah [HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) [hahahaha] Infamous
straight lie for me Count bills with me, you'll kill for me With the blood, shed tears, she still with me Cause she build with me, she kill for me Look
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey [Verse 1:] R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie Remember when they
(feat. Ghostface Killer, Master Killer) [Intro: LP Version] Yeah Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man Yo, check it out, yo Yo, I got a
(feat. Ghostface Killer, Blue Raspberry) [Intro: Blue Raspberry] Summer's dream inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many
with officialist, thugs that hit you wit cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split Livin this life, drippin in ice (uh) Holdin my position like
(feat. Loot Pack) [Intro:] [first 0:52 - small club, Liks performing live next 0:20 - sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured] Voodoo -
die Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin, fry One nigga you can't fuck wit Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic So bring in bodybags
And hits him with another sucker punch Fuck the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch I run outside with one nigga lie dead The other bleedin' from the
up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other
spit rhymes, strip mine interior Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest I got some real killer
Fuck That! 40 Cal. Here Right Beside Me Niggas Can't Deny He Hotter Than Mohave... Desert In The Middle Of Summer Let's have Menage a I Be Killin' Other
hard for the other motherfuckers to try Cause they dying, hey mama I want my Tunker toys right now Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again I kill
