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Slick Rick

Kill Niggaz

 

Kill Niggaz

(アルバム: The Art Of Storytelling - 1999)


Yeah, check, check, I can't, I can't manage I, I can't
(But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage
(But you must Rick) Ah, shit

Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason, vision
Releasing me a basket case from prison Pissed
Blood feening, the villain like 'Wassup ya'll'
Deep down scheming how to kill 'em
Misleading a bit, although proceeding a hit
I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit
Played the empty headed part,
Though the moment they dreaded start, neat
Back of the head and took the credit card
Seen properly decease,
Made it look like an everyday robbery to police
And I's out
Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky
Alert the rest to beef up security
And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred
Another brother deserving to get massacred
Pleasure in popping that flea
Should a heard mister tough guy copping mad pleas
Not insane, nor am I biased
Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before
my fly ass
Ain't nutting to blast, fuck it
Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off
Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence
A drug related incident

I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us cause I kill niggaz

You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy

Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother bucking trife
And getting way with murder, this the motherfucking life
At a jam, nine figure on shelf
While your army a nigger snickering among self thiefs
Who wanna clock the bread off the next
That's why Im gonna blow their fucking head off
Maybe the victor get stuck up
Giving these clowns opportunity to fuck up
They knowing that the kid crew showers, eye cowers
And leaves for 'bout a good two hours
While they're like 'we coulda caught Rick what, for allsort'
That's what the assholes thought
Tough guy mumbling, I thundering
Why I had a motherfucking A-K ya wondering
And raise it higher, start giving them the fire
As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah
Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit
Seeing shots split a motherfuckers head like lettuce
Run a nigger best bet is for another duck in gage
I'm in a motherfucking rage
Mask 'bout face, Now figure dash
Smash 'bout 10 ta 15 nigger ass out
More enemy dug, deceased, caught
Had not, gave one fuck what police thought (what?)
But first I best provide all brainiacs
With evidence of a suicidal maniac

While I clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us 'cause I kills niggaz

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