Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'll Still Kill, artist - 50 Cent. Album song Best Of 50 Cent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
I'll Still Kill |
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood |
Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies |
Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill |
And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to |
Kill, if niggas get to fucking around |
If niggas get to fucking around |
Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear |
You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig |
You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap |
So if a nigga get out of line then nigga get clapped |
I got an arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally |
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do |
Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you |
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do |
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off |
The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off |
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing |
The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain |
Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine |
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine |
Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine |
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah |
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood |
Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies |
Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill |
And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to |
Kill, if niggas get to fucking around |
If niggas get to fucking around |
Yeah, where I'm from death is always in the air, homie |
Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me |
I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon |
Hit the corners, motherfuckers get left on |
Niggas know, if not they better check my background |
Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds |
Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down |
I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house |
Cross the line, boy, I'mma air ya ass out |
Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout |
Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up |
And if you are, fuck you cause I ain't change up |
The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas |
And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas |
A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind |
All across the globe like the world's mine, yeh |
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood |
Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies |
Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill |
And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to |
Kill, if niggas get to fucking around |
If niggas get to fucking around |
Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance |
And seen the mac aiming at your head, mane? |
Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing |
And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane |
I done been there, I done copped that |
It ain't never been a question, I'm bout that |
Don't go there, you get clapped at |
And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that |
You'll never catch me riding around on these streets |
Without a couple metal pieces under my feet |
Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash |
Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze |
50 don't make me ride on these niggas |
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas |
50 don't make me ride on these niggas |
Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so |
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood |
Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies |
Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill |
And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to |
Kill, if niggas get to fucking around |
If niggas get to fucking around |