MAKAVELI & DILLINGER - Don\'t Fuck Wit A Killa lyrics

rate me

Yeah

It's the return of the trouble maker

Cause they couldn't keep me cuffed up

I be ya dog so I'm neva gettin ruffed up

I grab a mutha fuckin trigga of a m-1

Ya get done this ain't a fuckin water gun (Killa)

Cause I'm a bad boy so you know the get goes

Into a thing when I let anotha nigga know

I get wrecked on a crew if they dip

Cause 2pac and foxxx will die for this

I don't go for it neva have and neva will

I call shots for my crew, if you step you gettin killed

And fuck doin things in a orderly fashion

Put ya ass through the wall,

Let my fingas do the blastin (Killa)

And don't ever think a nigga take shorts cause I'm in the rap game,

Ain't nothin change

Were all killas just to say the least

Fuck bootie ray doggs the beast yo I'm a killa!

Don't fuck with us

Sick thicker than most of these tricks,

Got my mind on makin money

But you stuck on these fake bitches

I stay blunted and never fronted

And I doubt if I do

Cause if I did then id get beat up by my fuckin crew (Killa)

A real nigga, since you fit that your ready to box

Your catchin knocks from my nigga freddie foxxx and oh

You really don't want none

From pac cause I'll be strapped with my glock

And throw thangs like I'm born to box (Killa)

I hit this motha fuckin gin and I'll be all in

Hell ya, young nigga strait ballin

And everybody wanna see if I'm a g

Weighin 165 and I'm high till I fuckin die

Thug life in this motha fucka catchin wreck

Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set

But I'm cool cause I'm tipsy an I fill it

Niggas tryin to see if I'm a killa c'mon!

Don't fuck with us

Yeah up in the hoods where the punks sleep in alleys with the rats

And lil old ladies and babies are bussin gats

My muthafuckin looks overide my style

Cause sometimes the militent make me crack a smile (Killa)

But don't sneek when ya see my teeth

Nigga I be creepin like a jap, and blap blap blap with the mac

So many niggas died last year

Cause they was poppin shit that I didn't wanna hear

Check it, yo, I been down with gangs roll with big punches

Well I was bussin teks while they was eatin lunches

I run up on ya ass, quick quick, flick, check ya

Smack ya in the face and disrespect ya (Killa)

Me an, 2pac and ray dogg wreck ya

I'll bite ya in the face like hannibal lecter

Then I'll slide by and dip from the cops

But if they wanna rumble with the foxx then they get shot

See when I come to town I bring lollypops for ya nuts

And some of ya motha fuckas are cold suckas

How many licks does it take for me to find ya bang, one lick two ya

I'm right behind ya (Killa) grain in my scope, the infered is beamin on ya dome

Boom, boom, boom yeah ya gone

Don't fuck with us

(Killa killa killa killa)

All ya niggas will die, fuckin with a god damn killa

(Killa killa killa killa)