billy woods - Superpredator lyrics
[billy woods - Superpredator lyrics]
Like I was tellin' him, you know
The white man not gon' be the one
Waitin' in my bushes with a choppa
So he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Let off in the club mad loud
Don’t errybody go get sad now
Used to listen to Bacdafucup
Before they clapped Mac’s truck up
Kool G Rap to us, Fredrick Douglass
With a Dutch criminal Minded, dead men pose
9 Milli go hard than the beat to Super Hoe
Lean out the car, one eye closed and wash
Negroes off the block like a fire hose
Same rhyme necks shine and glow
We shoulda knowed since 14 To the Dome
Nah, nah, since D-Nice had beef in the Homes
Since Noreaga tapin’ her
Rapin’ her since they
Caught Lamont out on his own
Since Shyne wasn’t tryna go out like
Wolf Jones you're nobody till
Wish a nigga will
Hellz Wind whip through Killah Hills
Tall tales ex-dealers deal, All hail
Entourage exchanging rounds
In ya gentrified downtown
Mayor frown, guns found
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Chekhov put Jay tech on Nas' dresser
Supressor on the Heckler pray Secular
Lay 'em down like Mecca superpredator
Layer gun sounds for texture
If it ain’t broke, cut the record
Burnt toast, cold breakfast
One entry, no exit
Your favela open carry like Texas settled it
With gunshots in ya setlist
No idle threats, straight genocide
Homie can rhyme
Fingers twisted into a sign of the times
Since DMX had blood in his eye
Who paid for Jam Master Jay to die
Get it how you live, right?
Send troubled young men to son crib
Wipeout, settle into that bid for life
Watch from cage, niggas ride ya wave
Like halfpipe, catchphrase merchandise
You was half right
Fire out, fire out the cannon
You can't serve God and Mammon
Fire out, fire out, fire out the cannon
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
The white man not gon' be the one
Waitin' in my bushes with a choppa
So he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Let off in the club mad loud
Don’t errybody go get sad now
Used to listen to Bacdafucup
Before they clapped Mac’s truck up
Kool G Rap to us, Fredrick Douglass
With a Dutch criminal Minded, dead men pose
9 Milli go hard than the beat to Super Hoe
Lean out the car, one eye closed and wash
Negroes off the block like a fire hose
Same rhyme necks shine and glow
We shoulda knowed since 14 To the Dome
Nah, nah, since D-Nice had beef in the Homes
Since Noreaga tapin’ her
Rapin’ her since they
Caught Lamont out on his own
Since Shyne wasn’t tryna go out like
Wolf Jones you're nobody till
Wish a nigga will
Hellz Wind whip through Killah Hills
Tall tales ex-dealers deal, All hail
Entourage exchanging rounds
In ya gentrified downtown
Mayor frown, guns found
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Chekhov put Jay tech on Nas' dresser
Supressor on the Heckler pray Secular
Lay 'em down like Mecca superpredator
Layer gun sounds for texture
If it ain’t broke, cut the record
Burnt toast, cold breakfast
One entry, no exit
Your favela open carry like Texas settled it
With gunshots in ya setlist
No idle threats, straight genocide
Homie can rhyme
Fingers twisted into a sign of the times
Since DMX had blood in his eye
Who paid for Jam Master Jay to die
Get it how you live, right?
Send troubled young men to son crib
Wipeout, settle into that bid for life
Watch from cage, niggas ride ya wave
Like halfpipe, catchphrase merchandise
You was half right
Fire out, fire out the cannon
You can't serve God and Mammon
Fire out, fire out, fire out the cannon
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
He killed what he loved, so he had to die
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired
Shot's fired, shots fired, shots fired