KRAYZIE BONE

KRAYZIE BONE - Perfect Execution lyrics

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Dead dead dead dead

Kill kill kill em all

Kill (leave em lyircally)

Dead dead dead dead

Die die die, die, die, die, die

(Get em!)

When I hit em with the rythem nigga chill em to the bone

I kill em with a lyric n them niggas gettin gone

I can never finish a song, cause the competition never hold on that long

Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone

He wicked lyrical criminal, I'm on my own

The sickest individual, ya'll might know'I'm

I blow a niggas mouth out, all I show em, is I'm a monster, beast, runnin through like the Nephalim

N I'm fuckin up the best'a them

Okay nigga, let's pretend that you a bullet proof vest, n I'm an automatic weapon then

N that chest you call yourself protectin is your title

But when I'm releasing this heat, it's vital, ya die

Goin against me is suicidal

Kray psycho like Michael

Ehh hee

Comin back like I just sold a sack on the 99

Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb

Murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, kill em all

Hit the nigger in the heart for having a thought, then hit'I'm in the brain for thinkin he can hang

Perfect execution, last assassination

Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda

(Killa, killa)

I told ya'll I was about to get it crackin, keepin the blaze, can't fade Krayzie Jackson

Creep with the AK, straight aimed exactly

Enter the brain, bang bang stained with platinum

A magnum for hit records, treck a nigga like (?)

No floss, so believe that'cha seen whut'cha saw, so raw, make ya broad wanna get naked

Cause I spit that fire, dawg, hot heat ta burn ya

Had to take a little bitta me ta learn ya

If anybody really got beef than stroll up, n showed'up they gonn' get broke n rolled up

Get smoked n folded up

I'm kinda like a 4-4 just load me up

(yeah) But when I bust I'm like a AK-47

Under the dust is whut the muthafuckas reppin, check em

N ask em how they got there

Leathaface let the sawed off pop, yeah, n make sure all the bullshit stop there

Cause 20 of em verses me still is not fair

Just not fair

N always strong to the finish, never seen a nigga so I'll that's so wicked

None like me before

Nigga feel like you iller than this then come get it

Perfect execution, last assassination

Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda

(Krays a killa, killa)

Dead dead dead dead

Kill kill kill em all

Kill (leave em lyircally)

Dead dead dead dead

Die die die, die, die, die, die

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