Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Murder & Mayhem, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song The Big Brother, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
Death Murder & Mayhem |
They try to pick and choose who they want to shine |
Instead of lettin' those shine who’s supposed to shine |
It’s really not connectin' with the audience because people don’t really wanna |
hear these certain individuals |
With this bein' the mecca, I don’t give a fuck how you slice it |
You gonna wanna hear somebody that’s lyrically inclined |
You gonna wanna hear somebody with some substance |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Yeah, it’s the nigga they love to hate |
Used to hustle for days, now lobster cover my plate |
I’m joggin' on all these niggas, ain’t even come for the race |
Used to couldn’t get numbers, now I just cum in they face like a porn star |
If you get lost, just hit the OnStar |
Learned that from Cam, had grams all in my mom’s car |
I’m just reapin' the benefits from the time I spent deliverin' premium quality |
like a Heineken |
Nigga’s lost and they wanderin' |
Lotta paper for launderin' |
Clap at you like the audience, you puttin' on a good show |
Switchin' gears in the Mustang |
He caught a buck fifty ear to his mustache, still let his nuts hang |
They press you when you get to that island, you from what gang? |
I done felt enough pain, sick of takin' the bus and train |
With five dollars for dinner, had to decide |
Should I go order some chicken or get high? |
I’m pullin out my weapon |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
I’m the nicest alive, recitin' the rhyme |
Providin' that no one’s excitin' as I |
Fightin' like Tyson and light when I’m writin' |
Precise as a knife when it’s slicin' the pie |
You like to fly? |
Your life is a lie |
Tryna to find him, he right in the Stuy |
Trife as the life of the swipers and shysters residin' on Rykers with Bibles |
and knives |
Why are you guys excited to die? |
I’m takin' the shot that a sniper decides |
Pride of the fighter, the eye of the tiger |
So when we talkin', look me right in my eye |
Tryna get by |
You know the rules, high as the sky |
Troopers of truth, don’t try to deny |
Raw at your neck, I’m tight as a tie |
On-site beef, that mean on site, let it fly |
Bright as McGuyver, you phony vagina |
A fake pussy’s what I’m tryna describe |
Music is medicine, this is what I gotta prescribe |
Death poetry, only the real writers survive |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
From outta the barracks, the carrots on, protein magnets, eat well |
Kerosene bullets in the cabinets |
Feed the family |
Healthy, wealthy rap start of a realty |
Slingin' coke racks in every facility |
Blood, money, and verses |
Gasoline, hearses, and whips |
Sellin' dope and X pills, what’s the drill? |
We don’t work for shit, we just connect and it’s smooth |
Somewhere stranded by the ocean with blow guns and jewels, we like pirates |
Bonded 'cause the loyalty’s laundered |
It goes back to fish scale days and think waves |
Most of the time I used to write rhymes and stack |
That’s the poetry spirit we speak knowin' the facts |
If I ever saw, yo, I sit up in the castle and praise Allah five times |
Just me and my fly dimes |
The block, so much ground work, now it’s brown dirt |
We pray to the kids, get better, love forever |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze |
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |