Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Ain't No Killaz, artist - Kingpin Skinny Pimp. Album song King of da Playaz Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Y'all Ain't No Killaz |
Y’all niggas ain’t no killas |
Y’all niggas some hoes |
So check you haters one by one |
Deep is how we fuckin' come |
Rat-tat-tat-tat |
B-izz-ag full of teflons |
Peepin' through my mask |
I’m leavin' my eyebrows down |
It ain’t no love in my facial expressions |
Murder frowns when it touch |
The nigga that’s feelin' that pain |
We takin' that gravy |
Big Kill creepin' with the Mac-90s |
Shoot fourty double clip eighty |
You better be cautious |
Or play yo cards right |
Cause when I be cappin' |
I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven |
Too many hoes like to floss |
Too many niggas like to cross |
Tryna come up with no dues |
But you swear you takin' the loss |
I don’t fuck with ya kind |
I’m claimin' the O to the G |
And if you niggas looking for me |
I’m strapped for poppin' up on yo damn street |
Now don’t start duckin' |
When my heat release this bullet destruction |
Lyin' and cryin' won’t help you bitch |
Skinny Pimp me still bustin' |
Look at you now |
You piece of shit dead where you can’t swim |
«Fuck you!» |
is my last words |
Where killaz claimin' they end |
Y’all niggas ain’t no killas |
Y’all niggas some hoes |
What you gotta s-izz-ay? |
Come and pl-izz-ay with the gangsta nigga |
Bet yo bottom dollar |
Make you holler for this memphis nigga |
Left to right, long down tight |
Height from some hustable |
Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable |
Fallin' through the club, watch me jook |
Hit the fuckin' door |
All I feel is anna plus them thugs |
Game to whoop a hoe |
Strapped like (?) Jesse James |
Take it to the western days |
Niggas better let they fuckin' (?) |
For they get a rape |
Claim to be a killer trick |
Say you first to shoot some shit |
Skinny go kill that anna for |
Tony Montana, mane let’s go kill a bitch |
Jumpin' through the lexus |
See what’s next as flex this fuckin' trick |
Slam down suburban to the curb and |
All I see is shit |
Slammin' OZ with Little G |
Pimpin' ass (?) |
Mess you up like (?) and kick circle |
Gangsta shoot for straight |
Never claim the killa role |
But I pack that .380 |
Nervous for my life, I kill you twice |
You ain’t no killa hoe, nigga! |
Y’all niggas ain’t no killas |
Y’all niggas some hoes |
Elimination that makes me clips |
Beat the ultimate the twitchy gaze |
Split kick breakin' 'em down |
Microscopic of Triple Six |
Horror side time, terrify |
Bunches are rotten up underground |
To keep the soil fertilized |
Go to sleep, close your eyes, die, might |
Bout to cry, Infamous is not too kind |
So therefore I won’t let you slide during the bloody rite |
Oh my, me sharpened up my knives |
Chop you into bits, drop you into them pits |
To be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic bitch |
And you’ll feel the pain that no one can imagine |
Chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon |
I am Lord Infamous, death is my method |
The evil sea universally ratchet |
Those of mortal flesh have been possessed |
With all my corpse |
With my name carved deep in they chest |
Nevertheless eternally rest, bloody mess |
The devil nigga know it make you quiver |
You failed to squeeze the trigger |
I think you ain’t no killa nigga |
Y’all niggas ain’t no killas |
Y’all niggas some hoes |
This is for you backstabbin bitches that be callin' me straight |
You got a bank and a nigga like me ain’t ate shit all day |
But you’s a jealous-hearted nigga that wanna see a playa fall |
Now have you ever robbed, shot and killed somebody? |
Nigga, hell no! |
You need to think, have you ever said some about a: |
Murderer, pimp, playa that’s causin' so much drama |
When I blast, callin' yoself a killa |
Fake cap peeler, hide that bitch |
Jab turkey Skinny Pimp smokin' and strokin' that |
What about a campfire trick |
Murderer bumpin' these bitches down |
Cherry stabbin', we creep on clowns |
Layin' they ass down |
Found drowned by a lake in Funky Town |
Never leave yo niggas back |
A ditch that Memphis bitch we thick |
Gimisum Family causin' the tragedy |
Dozens of playas that (?) shit |
It ain’t no squashin' in my heart |
Motherfucker show some courage |
Or get yo ass shot up like busta |
With a violent (?) from my nina roster ruger |
Counterfeitin' high power cowards |
Yall ain’t no killa |