| You niggas aint nuthin… Kill 'em
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| You niggas is frontin'…Kill 'em
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| You niggas don’t want it Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
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| My niggas they get it… money
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| Ya’ll niggas can’t get it… money
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| We’ll kill ya to get it…
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| Money, money, money, money
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| It’s like everything I’m doing is gangsta
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| My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas
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| I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I’m a nuisance to gangstas
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| I be shootin’at gangstas… Kill 'em
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| If he blink wrong… Kill 'em
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| If he think wrong… Kill 'em
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| Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs… Kill 'em
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| Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket
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| Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket… Kill 'em
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| Fuck a microwave, that’ll turn his head into a hot pocket
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| I’m begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
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| Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day
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| Dog, I don’t play around all day, no I pop up with the glock, like it’s groundhog’s day
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| And then I let a round off maynn
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| Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang
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| Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee… chow lo mein
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| I’m great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn
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| When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang
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| All you goin’hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
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| And I’m not no game, I pop those thangs
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| All you goin’hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
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| For them nachos, I’ll kill ya, for my block yo, I’ll kill ya Let this nigga know he’s not no guerilla
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| And that’s not no chinchilla, that’s a chopped up gorilla
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| That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa
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| This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture
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| I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate
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| He got ham on his plate, I don’t eat pork
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| Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake
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| 'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin’hand that you shake… bitch
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| Give you five nigga, I’m alive nigga
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| Who, what, where, when, why nigga, I nigga… Kill 'em
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| What’s my name… Killa, who I be with… Killas
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| What them bitches say… Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
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| There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome
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| In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones
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| Santana, I give any part to homes
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| eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones
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| Even though I go right at the Sergant’s dome
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| Right with my orange stones, we aren’t home
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| Get moving and took out, I’m using the hood route
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| Hustla please, man you was the lookout
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| Man just lookout, I’ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full
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| But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod
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| That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac
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| This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop
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| How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot
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| Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile
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| I’ll rape ya child, they wont make the trial…
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| Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill 'Em, artist - Juelz Santana. Album song What The Game's Been Missing!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп