Krumbsnatcha - To All The Killas lyrics

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To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings<br />

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz to real niggaz<br />

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K B X, yo, yo<br />

Who wants to test the untestable?<br />

Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable<br />

Where the bullet not<br />

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Don't get caught in drop when the light change<br />

Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane<br />

Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on<br />

Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon<br />

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Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit<br />

Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets<br />

I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns<br />

And take funds, whether number ones or sulibate nuns<br />

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Shit's official, fuck five mics, it's five pistols<br />

Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue<br />

Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer<br />

Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer<br />

Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Donna Summa<br />

Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents<br />

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For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit<br />

Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit<br />

Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose<br />

The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up, you're worthless<br />

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Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers<br />

Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin'<br />

We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to housings<br />

Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire<br />

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Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires<br />

We on some eighty six, stick-up figure impulse<br />

The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult<br />

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To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings<br />

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz to real niggaz<br />

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To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings<br />

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz to real niggaz<br />

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We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my squadron<br />

Get no part of this, we robbin', your position<br />

On the mission to target, is you bitch made?<br />

My army brigade got the plan made<br />

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We rippin' thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade<br />

The illest executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless<br />

It's symbolic to monogamous hollow tips<br />

Rippin' thru they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress<br />

We come in vain with some envious techs<br />

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My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry<br />

That's constantly shootin' for this life of equality<br />

Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories<br />

Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony<br />

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Receiver of many, I come with plenty<br />

A poison for they belly, into hell is where I send the enemies<br />

If you can stand the heat, step in the flame<br />

And get your fame put to shame 'cuz you lame<br />

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Leavin' your bitch rappers slain, truly insane<br />

You leave this earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars<br />

Is what you see when my seven half mind spars<br />

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Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your cerebral<br />

Keepin' you civilized the thug way<br />

Your mug stay the same way the slug lay<br />

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Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts<br />

Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch<br />

Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast<br />

Play fast, full mission from the stash<br />

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Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave sewn<br />

Chrome, nickel-plated, forty four murder, dead zone<br />

Police tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints<br />

Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for cents<br />

Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely<br />

Drinkin' Valentine ghetto bubbly<br />

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To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings<br />

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz to real niggaz<br />

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To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings<br />

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers<br />

To real niggaz to real niggaz