shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip [Killer Mike] Stoned
(feat. Andre 3000 (OutKast)) [Intro - Andre 3000] + (Killer Mike) (Let's do this {shit}) Yeah! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with
or the pride I keep it on my hips they call me onsly Go and let a few fly That made a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them
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
the claps is hunting. Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something. Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something. [Chorus: Killer Mike
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
[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
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike
to fuck She beeped Mike, cause she got mad She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had Mike called back, and he was on his way He just got the pussy yesterday You see, Mike
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other
Black is black, is black, is black In America today, I have to regret to say Something, something is not right And it deals with black and white Tell me Mike
're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense [ Mike G ] Yeah Different colors for different brothers That gives no reason to kill off each other
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the
no, lets keep it on a low, but occasion let me come through and tap that hole Let me make you loose control, while all the other girls know I hit it
to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill
vest walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest. these monkey niggas on that monkey shit. best keep a revolva i boss like a gorilla and kill em with a
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
