Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Niggaz, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Kill Niggaz |
| Hoes ass kiss cause I’m like Jason, vision |
| Releasin’me a basket case from prison — Pissed |
| Blood feenin', the villain like 'Wassup ya’ll' |
| Deep down schemin’how to kill 'em |
| Misleadin’a bit, although proceedin’a hit |
| I made 'em feel I’d never jeopardise my freedom for shit |
| Played the empty headed part, |
| Though the moment they dreaded start, neat |
| Back of the head and took the credit card |
| Seen properly decease, |
| Made it look like an everyday robbery to police |
| And I’s out |
| Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky |
| Alert the rest to beef up security |
| And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred |
| Another brother deservin’to get massacred |
| Pleasure in poppin’that flea |
| Should a heard mister tough guy coppin’mad pleas |
| Not insane, nor am I biased |
| Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before |
| my fly ass |
| Ain’t nuttin’to blast, fuck it Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off |
| Police said a thug awaited, since I didn’t leave no evidence |
| A drug related incident |
| I still clock the mil’figures, cock back triggers |
| Reason why your girlfriends dig us — cause I kill niggaz |
| You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy |
| You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy |
| Well I had it up to here, that’s why a brother buckin’trife |
| And gettin’way with murder, this the motherfucking life |
| At a jam, nine figure on shelf |
| While your army a nigger snickering among self — thiefs |
| Who wanna clock the bread off the next |
| That’s why Im gonna blow their fucking head off |
| Maybe the victor get stuck up Giving these clowns opportunity to fuck up They knowin’that the kid crew showers, eye cowers |
| And leaves for 'bout a good two hours |
| While they’re like 'we coulda caught Rick what, for allsort' |
| That’s what the assholes thought |
| Tough guy mumblin', I thunderin' |
| Why I had a motherfucking A-K ya wondering |
| And raise it higher, start giving them the fire |
| As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah |
| Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit |
| Seein’shots split a motherfuckers head like lettuce |
| Run a nigger best bet is for another duck in gage |
| I’m in a motherfucking rage |
| Mask 'bout face, Now figure dash |
| Smash 'bout 10 ta 15 nigger ass out |
| More enemy dug, deceased, caught |
| Had not, gave one fuck what police thought (what?) |
| But first I best provide all brainiacs |
| With evidence of a suicidal maniac |
| While I clock the mil’figures, cock back triggers |
| Reason why your girlfriends dig us — 'cause I kills niggaz |