Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killin' Shit, artist - Psychopathic Rydas. Date of issue: 08.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Killin' Shit |
| F U L L C L I P, Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP |
| Keepin' it killa thuggin' straight up OG |
| Diggin' your beef and runnin' your shit, its our money |
| Your loss is my gain, so check this right here |
| Even if you didn’t lose it, I’m still takin it (Hell Yeah!) |
| My hollow tips in your chest make for a murder scene |
| No remorse, no conscience in this killin' machine |
| I’m on some killin' shit, I kill a bitch quick |
| Cut it with bisquick, and serve it to 'em thick on the strip |
| Hit 'em hard like my truck when I’m beatin' the whip |
| You wanna start, I got a pump that’ll end this shit |
| Bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses |
| Ain’t seen a fuckin' thang when I clip this kid |
| I’m killin' everythang from bitches to CDs |
| I’m a bad dream waitin' to happen to police |
| We on some killin' shit |
| We into killin' shit |
| Ain’t no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit |
| Shotgun |
| Killin' shit |
| Pop one |
| Killin' shit |
| Everybody |
| Run when the gauge spin |
| I’m on some killin' shit, mashin' with a pistol grip |
| Murder in my eyes, with the temper of a lunatic |
| Don’t matter how I try, they bout to die |
| When I’m doin this, push the fufckin' trigger |
| As I’m runnin' 'em for all they shit |
| And all they whips and all they chips |
| Run it all, I need that bro |
| Pockets inside out, Debo’n them hoes |
| Call it 187 when the target is locked |
| Mister Duk Da fuk Down before your ass get shot |
| I smoke more blunts than a little bit |
| Steady on some killin' shit |
| Everydays the same, floatin' in the whip |
| Don’t surround to flip the switch ridin' three wheel |
| With a hand up out the window and its wrapped around the steel |
| Let slugs fly out at will, give a fuck how you feel |
| A Rydas on the block, and he’s huntin' for the kill |
| Line the suckas up on the center of the dash |
| Ain’t no way they gettin' away cuz I’m mashin' on the gas |
| Yung Dirt: |
| Oh no it’s the motherfukin' kick door |
| Blast off the masterlock, now everybody hit the floor |
| They kill 'em all, its like I’m caught up in a genecide |
| Ammunition cease, seekers ain’t no fukin' where to hide |
| So line 'em up and set 'em up for the execution |
| Nine millimeter loaded and its set on distribution |
| With no confusion, they can make it all clear |
| Everybody fuckin' dyin' before I step the fuck up outta here |
| Keep your eyes on my death tool, your goin' dizzy |
| Who is he, the one that keep the colinders busy |
| You see the fuck flash and a duck fast, your a fucked ass |
| Single barrel pump wavin' out the black truck blast |
| I’m on some killin' shit, so real I’m dealin' this shit |
| I caught a pig and cash and I’m stealin' the hit |
| Cuz I’m a Ryda, and with this .45 I’ll divide ya |
| Leave you dead and peel off, won’t even try to hide ya |