| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| From California, potent shit, what you want familiar
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| Y-y-y-yeah
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| I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with
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| Came in it like I just woke up and I’m late for the dayshift
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| (Fuck that shit)
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| Yeah, my feet on the earth but my head in the sky with the spaceships
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| What you know about the killa?
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| What you know about the killa and the fish scale?
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| You can smell it through the bag
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| I’m about to get you high like Denzel
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| To tell the truth, I’m so truthfully addicted I can not define the root
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| Of what it is consuming me
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| And keeping me so dark that I can not repent
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| I got a feeling sometimes
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| It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
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| (How I keep from going under)
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| I really wanna get high, 'cause I’ve been on some other shit you mothafuckas
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| Yeah, you can find me, up in your metropolis
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| With a little Jeffrey Dahmer up in my pocket
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| That’s popping off at the mouth like a popular politician
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| ('Cause I’ve been on some shit the Illuminati would censor)
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| Without a doubt, mention my name, you better spell it out
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| L-O-X, shit on the vatican I’ma call him out (Ooooooh!)
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| The killa killa, saying I’m a killa, man
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| Like, «Damn, who the killa with the kilograms?»
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| From California, potent shit, what you want familiar
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| Y-y-y-yeah
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| I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with
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| Anybody wanna try to do what I’ve been doing
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| And I guarantee they ain’t gon' be surviving through it
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| 'Cause I’m volatile
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| Like a rag on a molotov
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| When somebody try to put a lighter to it
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| Hot pop, mix it up like a chop shop
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| Lox been building mountains, motherfucker try to move it
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| I confess, I’ve been high since conception
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| (Been dope since I came out the vagina fluids, ugh)
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| And now I’m so lifted, I could be at peace
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| No offense, but my eyes looking Vietnamese
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| I got the killa, I got the killa (*What?*)
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| Better bring the beat back like EMTs
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| Don’t start, don’t interrupt
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| Why you staring at me like your eyelids stuck?
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| (*Who, me?*)
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| Muhfucka, pass me my shit
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| Let’s start this shit over
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| 'Cause I don’t think they fucking understand
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| 'Bout to let this shit sink in
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| From California, potent shit, what you want familiar
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| 'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with
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| Where’s a motherfucking blunt 'cause I really wanna smoke now?
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| And where the motherfucking haters 'cause they all getting woke now?
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| It’s got me thinking is anybody original anymore?
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| 'Cause I really feel like it’s getting so minimal
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| And where the motherfuckers that have been sleeping on me forever
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| 'Cause I got a vendetta, I won’t forget 'em now
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| I got the loud, got the gas, got the fire, got the Kill Bill’s son
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| (*Got the Kill Bill’s son*)
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| I got the bomb, got the pure off the brick, make you feel real numb
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| (*Make you feel real numb*)
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| I got the motherfucking extraordinarily unbelievable shit to make you salivate
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| The anywhere in America doesn’t matter where
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| We got way two faced, could never calibrate
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| I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'
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| From California, potent shit, what you want familiar
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| Part II --- Dead Man
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| Like fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| There ain’t really anything that you could do like
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| Fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| Came in it so fresh like I’m dripping wet |
| Gonna do my own thing, no disrespect
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| I ain’t running with none of y’all goons preaching big politics like a heavy
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| set diplomat
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| I’ve been out here, out here
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| Killing illuminati motherfuckers, I probably shouldn’t mention that
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| (Oops)
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| Anybody wanna interject?
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| Nah, fuck that, get G’s like I’m in a jet
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| Seen you out here tryna ball, I’ma intercept
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| Every single track that’ll chop, leave 'em handicapped
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| 'Cause I came out the coffin, coughing
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| And I’m back from the dead like Imhotep
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| Defeat the purpose of dying if you defy death
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| I’m guessing you lucky unless you got nine left
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| Well it’s kinda what I do though
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| (What's that?)
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| Do things that haven’t been defined yet
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| Everyday when I wake up
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| I ask break up
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| And I haven’t got a sign yet
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| Quit sleeping on me
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| Yeah, right
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| Bitch, don’t even compare me to anybody
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| Matter of fact, you could even host a dinner party
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| With twenty fellow rappers and I turn 'em to twenty bodies
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| Probably better off that you never invited me
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| Now they out on the hunt tryna find me
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| Dogs on my scent and I can’t slow down
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| Ain’t no way that I can get a motherfucker off me
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| They just wanna see me as a blue corpse now
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| AIn’t nobody on top forever
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| On top forever
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| Even if you got a cult together
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| With cloaks and daggers
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| You still bleed like all the others
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| Remember that
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| Like fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| There ain’t really anything that you can do like
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| Fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| Like fuck 'em
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| There ain’t really anything that you can do
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| Okay, look, look
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| We all dead men walking
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| Hopping 'round here 'til our heads pop off
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| None of us even see when it’s coming
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| Kinda like a shareholder when the stocks drop off
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| Everybody walk around so clueless
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| 'Til they meet their maker and they realize who it is
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| Call it the Devil, ghosts, or the illuminati
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| 'Cause it’s really only different to the enthusiasts
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| Give a fuck about anybody’s conspiracies
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| The people tryna judge me by my purity
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| I’m obviously gonna ruffle some feathers
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| But my point of view’s in the words I speak
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| But I ain’t ever one, I ain’t ever one to be biting my tongue
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| (Never that)
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| Now I ain’t ever one, I ain’t ever one to be biting my tongue
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| (Naw' mean?)
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| Look, I got such a big hunger my stomach is growing, it sounding like thunder
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| I’ve already devoured all the competition that they conjured
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| I’m the Illuminati killer, buckle your seats for departure
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| (We taking off)
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| (I'm the Illuminati killer buckle your seats for departure)
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| Illuminati is watching me, I’ve been paranoid
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| I can’t avoid it, no medication can fill the void
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| My soul’s destroyed, I’ve been rotten
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| My haters overjoyed
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| They celebrate 'cause somebody dipped in embalming fluid
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| Like fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| There ain’t really anything that you can do like
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| Fuck 'em
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| I’m a dead man walking
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| Like fuck 'em
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| There ain’t really anything that you can do
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| Contrary to common belief, mortality is not such a horrible concept and should
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| be embraced, rather than feared |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killa Killa / Dead Man , by - Lox Chatterbox. Song from the album How to Sell Your Soul, in the genre