Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Em Off, artist - Yukmouth. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kill Em Off |
| Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It’s the Regime man welcome to our world |
| Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I’m ready, kill 'em off |
| Ready, let’s do this shit |
| If you niggaz hate me, why don’t you face me If you love me, then embrace me No words from me, I let the case speak |
| White seats all on your block, who callin’the shots |
| We hit Batman first in this faculty drop |
| I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em |
| Had the whole ports glowing, out the super sports sowing |
| I’m mad power, make workers out of cowards |
| Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin’every hour |
| Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder |
| Home spots get surrounded, whatever breathin’we jailin' |
| Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass quit tellin' |
| Lovin’my Regime life, California violence |
| Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens |
| You pull me over; |
| you get more then the drunk drivers |
| South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva |
| Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah |
| We catchin 'em slippin’and war ain’t no big games |
| See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering |
| We pull them guns they run, when that lead came |
| We kill 'em off (Echo) |
| Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. |
| Uh-Uh |
| Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne |
| Ooooohh |
| This moment I don’t know who to trust, stress might be Demons commin’on me tight while I bust, yes likely |
| Load the cock back nigga not givin’a fuck, press tightly |
| Then hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiend |
| This odd god is not fraud it’s broad knowledge |
| Hot bars from arks snarls to punk college |
| Park raw shit, park hard, we park my bitch |
| Awkwards and I spit, you got garbage (jump) |
| I’ve had it, you faggots, is mad at this (jump) |
| You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it’s inadequate (jump) |
| Attackers with jackets making the bat and back a bit (jump) |
| You rappers is whack and this factor is immaculate (jump) |
| You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (jump) |
| You crackers we blacker then Shaq and ain’t no master shit (jump) |
| We scrappers and hackers who mast for this (jump) |
| Sack a magic shit, feel the franticness (jump) |
| Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch |
| We Kill 'em Off |
| We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off |
| Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off |
| Its so dope I’ll rip ya jaw off |
| Big niggaz gettin hard off |
| Chop off the kid of the mob boss |
| And watch this slowly fall off |
| Nigga. |
| They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle |
| I’ll raise in the struggle, ready to rumble |
| Shapin’bumbles that hustle, most killers humble |
| But I’m loud and obnoxious; |
| Bomb your office like Bin-Laden |
| We kill 'em off with the choppers, I’m heartless |
| I’m on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying |
| Adopted, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic |
| Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch |
| Fuck them coppers we still representin’that block shit |
| The mob we don’t fuck with no perpetrators and imitators |
| Bitches been to strangers play us haters can’t infiltrate us We getting’hell of paper, and cribs with elevators |
| Let the metal spray (Ad-Libs) |