ass-breath killers You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath The makers of Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
Vertaling: Die Coup. Ass-asem Killers.
your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man [Bounty Killer
and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath
' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer
thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills
, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
or an early grave What the fuck? I got to have Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe But I bet you
ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat [Verse 2: Baby Bash] Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing
trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral
or an early grave What the fuck? I got to have Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass This is the truth, I probably die in my Coupe But I bet you
a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina L P And I'll make him go and get my shit We can go from a fly ass jetta to a coupe De Ville Hotel tally ho or
to say Your whole existence phony Talkin so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint And when I hit you with that glock You'll wonder where your breathe
of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass
Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass
here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity this is Jesus identity, mixed with weed Hennessey, kennedy, king mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime
