Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song AKshon (yeah!) , by - Killer Mike. Release date: 10.03.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
AKshon (yeah!) |
| Yeah! |
| Killer keeps it honest |
| Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach |
| Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!) |
| Enough to make a black ghost turn pale |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| K-I-L-L |
| This is the name that came to alter the game |
| Not like these rappers who spit it the same |
| Separate lames from they chain |
| My mind don’t slack |
| I’m totally focused on beating up tracks |
| Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac |
| 1000 watt amp with woofers in back |
| Lean to da left if you burning a sac |
| Baby got back and its in Baby Phat |
| Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat |
| I’m hittin all kittens meowing like that |
| I like the front but I’m loving the back |
| I like to bite and I’m hoping she scratch |
| Escalade dipping I’m holding the lane |
| Mama’s a scholar she blowing my brain |
| Ain’t that the life? |
| Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night |
| Lil mama’s a plumber she handling pipe |
| Ill wit a pill she handle it right |
| Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team |
| But the livest one |
| Cocked loaded bust like a gun |
| Y’all better run, one, one! |
| Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah) |
| All in your trunk (yeah) |
| Grinding and hustling and getting at mine |
| Swerving and token and grippin on pine |
| Bump, bump, bump, bump |
| All in your trunk |
| Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers |
| Crawl in your bunk |
| How we gon' stop (whooa) |
| How we gone quit (shitttt!) |
| Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy |
| I came through swerving like this (errrrr!) |
| Good wit the game, gutter fo' show |
| Ducking you lames and obstacles |
| Don’t get that ass in a hospital |
| Wrapped in a cast from head to toe |
| This boy he real! |
| Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills |
| My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels |
| First round pick like Michael Vick |
| Quarterback status throw passes at chicks |
| Santana Moss When catching the ball |
| Get it? |
| Like Moss she catches the ball |
| Perfectly tuned my engine don’t stall |
| And I’m equipped with nitros y’all |
| Ready to rip, burn, roar! |
| Ready to tear through your city and tour |
| Took The Whole World and murdered that shit! |
| Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch! |
| Later for now I’m hustling hits |
| Flipping my words like bricks, trick! |
| New, new! |
| That new-new! |
| New-new for you-you! |
| New-new for you-you! |
| That new-new! |
| That new-new! |
| New-new for you-you! |
| New-new for you-you! |