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trust no one records King killer 88 in the crew we nothing new you know it's true we coming through like a train derailed hit you when your brain blood stains everywhere is all you see on the tables and chairs it's the police look around wondering how could have happened was it a Mac-11 or Tech N9ne don't even know don't never know if it was nine or something smaller if it was a revolver a holler in the motherfucking hallway if you balling we could talk and you could keep talking cuz that's all you do when it comes to Cops let's talk and have the fuck behind all the damn when it comes time to beef you call police you went out in the mother fucking streets I'm a beast let off his leaves time to feast I'm from the West not the fucking East it's no mistake how my floors is great and will take I'm the fucking heavyweight champion I'm coming to Camp with just to show you how dirty we could be I'll close and free only for the old the homies know me for centuries honestly I used to be told when I was younger I'd either end up dead or underneath the cement Dead with a bullet to my fucking head but do you think I paid attention with those people said fuck now I did me I did my own thing and cuz of it I did a life sentence home man almost 17 years flat and most people most cats can't fuck with that battle leg strap to my back ready to attack strap where they get in the small of my backpack it's black I'm always strapped not now I'm living the Family Life a nice wife nice food we live in good not being rude we no put up in the fucking Hood it's all good will put you in the wood pine box from nine shots from 9:00 Glocks Glocks that leave you shot and forgot which corner black which was your spot that you used to chop until what you had to stop and find another spot to go to you fucking homo you try to hold to your fucking promo but it's solo and it's over we ended here we ain't got no time when no place for fucking quiz over here is it true it's blue it's realest man in the crew trust no one wreck it's just begun and we 109 we going to the top we flying high and a spaceships face it you close his old basic you must be wasted to think you can fuck with my face kid I'll bring you when the basement have you replacing over cops fucking alligations I'm innocent they knocking on my front door where I lay my head know when they can't come in without a fucking warrant I swear I mean it they ain't coming in my crib unless they fucking breaking in this bitch my girl will never open the door she's not that way she's my William McLeod till this day she always told me she'd always keep sick since she always has always will she's my down ass bitch my dope Soldier I always hold her I always tell her how I feel cuz I know that she's real with me I could tell how she feels because she sheds real tears my alligator tears you can see your feet she's real with me she's my darling I ride a lick a fucking Harley she be ever bitching at me or yelling trash in me and bringing me down you see we perfect couple we in Love on the double we never have in trouble the perfect couple sometimes we have a struggles and that bugs you cuz you want to come in between us see I know it deep down you've always wanted my penis and my queen is the meanest she tells me how you fucking truly feel your feelings about me behind my back and how you speaking things you saying every weekend I send you to see your shit you say to her would get right back to me you freak didn't you see it she thought you were a fucking sad show a dirtbago a fucking idiot yo bro yo you stick needles in your arm and think you going to steal my girl what do you think you charming it's an alarm in fact did you get bitch smack your head will get cracked for fucking fact with my mind over the back of your head leave you twisted ballistic what is it that makes you think you can get with no body like me you'll never meet you'll never see another mother fucker quite like me and them Cog with the homies motherfuckers could never just hold me back I'm back on track I'm back with the rap I'm back on rap teams app going to the top of the charts in the musical I got the parts in the heart to rip you apart from the store you should have never said my name but you couldn't help yourself people always complain when they got it great they find reasons to complain they always say the same thing over and once again I'm getting sick and tired of feeling so fucking quiet and hired I'll rearrange your face reply is no denying I know that you've been spying and hiding outside my window watching in and peeking to see what I'm doing how I'm doing it and who I'm doing it with you a punk bitch screw that you were Punk snitch and informant trying to lie normal and in dormant I'll beat your ass tits and Giggles I'll make your bitch do a little dancing wiggle her little jiggle jiggle and I'll play with the nipples and then a fucking pimpa because she simple but not before she pops all her pimples