To All the Killas

[Chorus: Prodigy {*sample*}] To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggas, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggas... to real niggas [Krumbsnatcha] K-B-X, yo, yo Who wants to test the untestable? Infrared 9 at your spine, leave you vegetable Where the bullet not, don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace to thug niggas on this shit that we on Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit Pop shit, watch the Glock spit, lay you like carpets I roll with niggas that sniff coke and tote guns And take funds, whether number 1's or sulibate nuns Shit's official, fuck 5 mics, it's 5 pistols Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue Keep you runnin like runner, sweatin like summer Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer Beat that ass like drama, fade em out like Donna Summa Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents [Timbo King] For real niggas who feel this is on some numb shit Gun shit, peace to my jail niggas who run shit Corner thugs buggin on birds, we serve em purpose The same 45 in your mouth, stuck up, your worthless Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin We on the block earnin thousands from PJ's to housins Diggin pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggas walk police wires We on some 86, stick-up figure impulse The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult [Chorus x2] [Lord Harrison] We leave em rotten just for plottin my squadren Get no part of this, we robbin, your position On the mission to target, is you bitch made? My army brigade got the plan made We rippin thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade The illest exectioners droppin this, with peace to the bottomless It's symbolic to monogomous hollow tips Rippin thru they vests for respect, nevertheless To impress, we come in vain with some envious techs My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry That's constantly shootin for this life of equality Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin phony Receiver of many, I come with plenty A posion for they belly, into Hell is where I send the Enemies, if you can stand the heat, step in the flame And get your fame put to shame cuz you lame Leavin your bitch rappers slain, truly insane You leave this Earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars Is what you see when my 7-half mind spars [Krumbsnatcha] Yo, yo, yo Desert Eagle at your cerebral, keepin you civilized The thug way, your mug stay the same way the slug lay Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch Like fleas, 8 million MC's drop to your knees like church mast Play fast, full mission from the stash [Timbo King] Dirty burners blazin at night, we got the ave sewn Chrome, nickel-plated, 44, murder, dead zone Police tracin prints, stolen cars with tints Bum bitches boostin gear, sellin clothes for cents Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely Drinkin Valentine ghetto bubbly [Chorus x2]