Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song K.A.R. , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 10.03.2008
Record label: Terror Squad Entertainment
Song language: English
K.A.R. |
| Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale |
| All my niggas locked down |
| Doin that time, you heard me? |
| This for you |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| We kill 'em |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| Fuck-boy niggas, let’s go |
| These niggas bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers |
| They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters |
| Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers |
| You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain’t the opera |
| Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin |
| I heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island |
| Howlin — they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar |
| Now I’m forever gon' get it admit it this nigga’s shittin |
| Animal Hannibal flow, these hands’ll damage you though |
| It’s understandable you tangible we’ll dismantle your bones |
| Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls |
| Trinity’s the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go |
| Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes |
| Shit if his momma seen him wouldn’t even know |
| Joe, I’m a don, the son of a God |
| One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Yeah |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Uhh, street shit right here |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Kill 'em, Street Runner |
| Uhh, yo, yo |
| Joey don’t know never seen never heard shit |
| Niggas is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid |
| I don’t know them birds flew/flu, I don’t know them killers went |
| Mug shots you showin me these niggas probably innocent |
| These live niggas turned coat, now witnesses |
| They’ll even tell on they moms, what the business is |
| We even got some right here in the business kid |
| And I ain’t even gotta say no names, you know them niggas is |
| Coca, movin blow down to Villanova |
| Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh |
| I don’t know if you got the news, I’m a shoot-er |
| And if that bitch ever get to talkin I will shoot her |
| Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds |
| My moms on my mind, keep yellin I’m a loser |
| Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter |
| I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| You know, Pistol this one’s for you |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| Coca, Streets |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| We kill 'em nigga, that’s how! |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |
| Brrap, brrrap brrap |
| Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling |
| Fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children |
| I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em |
| Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he’d be chillin |
| Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet |
| Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet |
| Pull it~! |
| Pull it~! |
| Nigga don’t hesitate, levitate |
| Anybody soul who cooperates |
| Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed |
| If you wanna find me well I’m anywhere the dollars be |
| Killer shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me |
| In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys! |
| («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») |