Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Another Killer, artist - Schoolly D. Album song How A Black Man Feels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Just Another Killer |
(The spick pulls a razorblade on ya And you got no? mop ring? in your hand, run |
You have any static with a nigger |
And there ain’t no whites around |
You can get a spick to watch your back |
You may stand a chance, but that ain’t no guarantee |
You have any static with a spick |
Don’t get no nigger to watch your back |
Cause you ain’t gonna have none |
— Ha — you can say that again) |
(Base) -→Chuck D |
(Ah yeah) |
Once upon a time in the ghetto |
Lived a nigga, kinda rough, kinda mellow |
>From the gang called the Parkside Killers |
Smoked a lotta j’s, drunk a lotta Millers |
On the corner sellin lleyo with the boys |
Holdin his dick, fuckin with the young whores |
You say, Yo nigga, what’s your name? |
He say, Suck my dick, tell your mother do the same |
His mother and his father said fuck him |
All the bitches on the block will suck him |
If a nigga owes him money, better duck him |
Because he just might buck-buck-buck him |
On his head is a muthafuckin bounty |
If he caught, he go straight to the county |
Be another young brother in jail, yo For standin on the corner, sellin that lleyo |
(Ah yeah) |
Just another killer |
(Ah yeah) |
Just another killer, baby |
(Base) |
I tear the roof off any muthafucka |
Damn right, I could never be a sucker |
Schoolly-School back on the sneak tip |
Fuck the niggas that’s talkin that bullshit |
One-two-three-four, lookin at my Gucci |
Meet a fly bitch, fuck up the coochie |
I do shit you never were conceivin |
I’m Schoolly-School, the nigga you believe in Hold up, nigga, what the fuck was you thinkin? |
Who’s the nigga that you think that you’re gankin |
In my eyes you can see all the anger |
That’s why I’m a fuckin gangbanger |
What the fuck did you expect me to wanna be? |
When everytime that I turn on my TV |
And every bit the drug dealer look like me It’s alright for me to pull the trigger |
Just as long as I pull it on another nigger |
Fuck it, I keep you dancin like James Brown |
Alright boy, if you want it, here’s the breakdown |
I don’t care how rough you think you is I beat you down in the muthafuckin midst |
I ain’t tryin TO be your sister or your brother |
I kick your ass like if I was your mother |
I’m gonna make their minds so muthafuckin simple |
To the rhyme Schoolly is a nympho |
Or like a crazy muthafucka on cocaine |
I’m the nigga that’s fuckin up yo brain |
To the niggas that’s talkin that bullshit |
The only thing that you’re gankin is my dick |
There’ll never be another muthafucka like me There ain’t another brother ever will excite me Inside my black Lee’s a muthafuckin weapon |
You don’t dig it, keep on steppin |