[Anybody Killa: ] Right Place, Right Time, Close Call, What Does It Matta? Clean get away keeping my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation plans well
can make your bedrock She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass And now we murderers because we kill
gangsters We put this on the, soul of our born As we hold the Quran, Kamikaze style Older cats coachin' us on, yo it's kill or be killed Understand,
drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'm a kill
i-i can make bed rock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock she got that that good good shes michael bad and i attracted her with her attracted ass and now we murderers because we kill
to loyal and to focused To be losing and be hopeless When I spoke this she rejoiced it She said your words give me open So I closed it When it closes
backseat suckin? 'em off Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose ?em (Alright) Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em He killed Keith
about escape cause it's OK I'll be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc And I don't wanna see you act up but if anybody trip you better handle
around acting strange, like a man in a daze (Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son (I just lost my mind, son) People talking to me and calling
and he does what he wants But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets smart The real sin is the dilemma when the people support the death penalty but call
your grind on I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run Crack pull up, everybody clear out Anybody
make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a felony Now you're mad at me I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking
, with a psycho Bianc Anybody with her, better pop your trunk Run better get a gun, when the bitch come Better know, she's a psycho, killa killa Hard
these closed cascettes, fucked up get blasted since pre-school on some bad shit, your first and last pick, its kill or be killed on you bastards CHORUS
with the roughness thuggish ruggish/ I put a lil' bit of singing with it and they love it, rugged/ Put 'em all in the bucket/ Busted, lyrical killa to
untamed stallion Say another word and see me gather a batallion [Boots] Shit, I give a fuck who did the killing Got a puncture in my lung, tell em gimme
Can anybody hear me? Lord can you save me? Verse III Have you ever felt like you wanna die? End in the night, say good bye like a Lola bye And just close
