let me hit I really went with it Now, love, I need your a*** every minute I wake up early, feeling for a big b*** Plus the night, I gotta show in blow, man
heard a brother say Used to we'd fight it out That was yesterday Just because you're packin' son Don't make you a man If you shoot to kill, what's the thrill
It ain't even like I never had to run before But you don't really wanna kill me You wanna act like a real G But living out ya rap fantasies don't thrill
You half steppin', I got the weapon Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put
o'clock, man Thought you was coming to get me, man? Shit, my bad son, please, man, come get me Man, before I choke this bitch, man Hurry up, son, man
Need I need some good luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill
you gotta convince me Cause I'm all up in the pimp getting straight Lewinsky And smoking some of that kill bill Ten mill mutha fucker I'm still thrill
half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! boom! i'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, i love the thrill And i love to put a nigga
half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga
drugs? My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos? To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami [Wyclef Jean] So you a killer, how many people did you kill
in all black So i get more shine off my gold teeth Ain't no hatin Cuz real niggaz wear what they wanna wear The eastside never kill niggaz And we never kill
early chop the cake, but not today cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa Down South thrilla
we tru (Ungh!) but we'll kill if we have to [Silkk the Shocker] Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre Nigga stop at eight, early chop the
