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letra de killin' shit - psychopathic rydas

[full clip aka 2 dope]

f u l l c l i p, full clip murderin’ sh-t on our fourth lp
keepin’ it k!lla thuggin’ straight up og
diggin’ your beef and runnin’ your sh-t, 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 (h-ll yeah!)
my hollow tips in your chest make for a murder scene
no remorse, no conscience in this k!llin’ machine

[foe foe aka monoxide]

i’m on some k!llin’ sh-t, i k!ll a b-tch 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 sh-t
bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses
ain’t seen a f-ckin’ thang when i clip this kid
i’m k!llin’ everythang from b-tches to cds
i’m a bad dream waitin’ to happen to police

[chorus]

we on some k!llin’ sh-t
we into k!llin’ sh-t
ain’t no use in duckin’ everybody gettin’ hit
shotgun
k!llin’ sh-t
pop one
k!llin’ sh-t
everybody
run when the gauge spin

[lil shank aka madrox]

i’m on some k!llin’ sh-t, 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 sh-t
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 f-k down before your -ss get shot

[cell block aka blaze]

i smoke more blunts than a little bit
steady on some k!llin’ sh-t
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 f-ck how you feel
a rydas on the block, and he’s huntin’ for the k!ll
line the suckas up on the center of the dash
ain’t no way they gettin’ away cuz i’m mashin’ on the gas

[chorus]

[yungdirt aka boondox]

yung dirt:
oh no it’s the motherf-kin’ kick door
blast off the masterlock, now everybody hit the floor
they k!ll ’em all, its like i’m caught up in a genecide
ammunition cease, seekers ain’t no f-kin’ 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 f-ckin’ dyin’ before i step the f-ck up outta here

[bullet aka violent j]

keep your eyes on my death tool, your goin’ dizzy
who is he, the one that keep the colinders busy
you see the f-ck flash and a duck fast, your a f-cked -ss
single barrel pump wavin’ out the black truck blast
i’m on some k!llin’ sh-t, so real i’m dealin’ this sh-t
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

- psychopathic rydas

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