Killaz

I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
 It seems like you're slipping away (ohhhhh)
 I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
 I'm not afraid, of the storm
 You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)
 You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)
 You fuckin with a killa
 Lyrical, serial, either/or killa
 Uhh, I'm in love with this pep
 Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
 Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
 Turn it upside-down, drink his blood from his NECK
 Uhh, I fly across you with the Coupe now
 I'm fire! The fire marshal shut the booth down
 Uh, you fuckin with a killa
 Take your body, rape your body, dump it in the river
 Turn myself in then, beat the case for it then
 Uhh, I'm a FUCKED UP nigga!
 Pill poppin, e'rybody FUCKED UP with us
 Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
 (I love you baby) What the FUCK you talkin 'bout, sing
 (Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin with a killa)
 So crazy (I'm fuckin with a killa)
 (I'm fuckin with a killa)
 Lyrical, serial, either/or killa!
 First the clouds form, then they dark in the sky
 Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide
 Then the most toxic rain landed on my
 Caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
 6-foot-somethin made of Spanish descent
 What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent
 Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went
 That's just a heads up, cause none of y'all was plannin a vic
 I'm from the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench
 Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
 Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
 Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence!
 I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother
 And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover
 We annoy undercovers cause they never put on
 We from the hood, we don't snitch boy we weather the storm
 We some killas!
 I'm comin with flash just to blast your facemask
 Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft
 Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
 The impact's a passion of massive plane crash
 The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
 Might injure, your nine endin your life when it's the
 Prime miniature time witness the prime
 Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I, givin a FUCK!
 The truth (walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)
 Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
 For instrumentals I dig a grave
 Then drop so many bars around you when you listen feel like you in a cage
 Niggaz styles is sour, you makin lemonade
 Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes +Minute Made+
 Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
 Mother-FUCK five cents, but we'll kill you over Nickel
 We some killas!
 Don't like bein followed so I shot that nigga
 A known loner; that's backwards
 I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma
 You lookin at the prime suspect, with enough stress
 If you can give a FLUCK, then I can give FLUCK less
 Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for
 Success when I spit cause the vic is my next metaphor
 Self-destructive mixed with light lies
 If, you lookin for psychotic, I got it
 Or DON'T! Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd
 And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved
 Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's superb
 E'rybody relax, it's words
 Maybe it's NOT! It's gotta be reasonable doubt (BUT)
 Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers
 I'm fuckin with a killa
 I'm fuckin with a killa
 I'm fuckin with a killa
 I'm fuckin with a killa