Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killem , by - Juelz Santana. Release date: 14.10.2009
Song language: English
Killem |
| Dude, c’mon you kno what you gotta do this time around. |
| kill’em |
| you niggas aint nuthin, |
| kill’em |
| you niggas is fruntin |
| kill’em |
| you niggas dont want it |
| kill’em, kill’em, kill’em, kill’em. |
| My niggas they get it, money |
| your niggas cant get it, money |
| we’ll killya to get it |
| money money money money |
| Its like everything im doin is gangsta my whole movement is gangsta i manuever |
| with gangstas |
| i put the, t-r-u into gangsta |
| im a nuisance to gangstas i be shootin at gangtas… |
| kill’em |
| if he blink wrong |
| kill’em |
| if he think wrong |
| kill’em |
| show this muthaf**ka these aint no paintballs |
| kill’em |
| put his eightball, dead in the side pocket, some lead from my hot rocket left |
| in his side pocket |
| kill’em |
| f**k a microwave that’ll turn his head to a hot pocket |
| im beggin you oxe stoppit |
| 'cause never do i stoppit whenever do i pop it |
| i kill’em, |
| kill’em, |
| kill’em, |
| kill’em, |
| kill’em (laughs) |
| I lay around all day with the pound all day, dawg i dont play around all |
| day (nope) |
| i pop up wit the glock up like its groundhogs day |
| and then i let them round off man |
| now how dat sound off man |
| when dat pound go bang (ooohh)(bang) |
| ya face chow low man (goodbye) |
| chow lil man |
| im great |
| when you see me |
| bow lil man |
| When the glock go |
| bang |
| when the shot go |
| bang |
| all you gon hear is |
| kill’em kill’em kill’em kill’em |
| and im not no |
| i pop those |
| thangs |
| all you gon hear is |
| kill’em kil’em kill’em kill’em |
| for dem nachos i’ll killya |
| for my block yo i’ll killya |
| let this nigga know hes not no gorilla |
| and thats not no chinchilla |
| thats a chopped up gorilla that they chopped up to getcha |
| oh and you bought it |
| kill’em this is not a real nigga |
| he is not in my picture |
| I eat lobster for dinner |
| he got spam on his plate |
| he got ham on his plate |
| I dont eat pork hand me some steak |
| nigga hand me some cake |
| fore i hand you the eighth like a muthaf**kin hand that you shake |
| give you five nigga |
| im alive nigga |
| who, what, where, when, why nigga, i’d nigga, kill’em |
| Cam’ron |
| whats my name, killa, who i be wit, killas, what them bitches say, killa, killa, |
| killa, killa |
| uh oh |
| there go a cat fight |
| this is there spar for dome |
| get in the car they foam |
| never seen cars wit phones (never?) |
| santana |
| I give any part to holmes |
| I am hard to bone |
| back out the orange cones |
| even though I go right at the seargents dome |
| right where my orange stones |
| we are at home |
| get movin and took out |
| im usin the hood rout |
| hustla please |
| man you was the lookout |
| man just lookout |
| im a ragin bull |
| wit amazin sold |
| so i paid in full |
| but theres no movie pry |
| dawgie this the uzi ride |
| to leave your cutie rootie tootie little bootie pie |
| this my dutie dock |
| you try to sue me stop |
| how you judge me i get judge judy shot (easy) |
| now sue me oxe |
| i’ll just lay and smile, i’ll rape ya child, they wont make the trial |
| killa |