King Los - You Be Killin' Em lyrics

Never been a woulda coulda shoulda man
My shit is fab'lous de-de-de-de-de-de damn
There's a lot of bitch niggas actin' fly now
You on the ground nigga I
Jus' brought the sky down
Need sum diamonds in your watch
You could borrow mine
That's a reminder y'all niggas
"on borrowed time"
And I'm feelin' big everybody smaller den me
So they lookin' up to me even
If they taller den me
Ye ain't never live a word
Of what your mouth speakin'
Your whole shit made up nigga house keepin'
My money stack not a funny cat worry me
I hand out ass whoopings
With money back guarantees
Apparently you get hype and play roles
You talk like a pimp, but
You wife and pay hoes
I'm 'bout 8 months from that
White and grey Rolls
Russel sweatsuit with the
Breitling face froze
In them Reebok classics white and grey soles
Holding my nuts doing my best Michael J pose
Hope you like to take notes
Cause you sloppy I'm perfect
So the best that you could ever
Do is copy my worst shit
Your hearse flip from what I'm
Loading in the gage
So ye ain't gotta wait to
Roll over in your grave
Cavalii shades, fresh fade, Gucci link on
Front row at the fight light
Lukki with the mink on and my girl go harder
Than six Compton bitches
Red bottoms on look like
She been stompin' bitches
Yea we gettin' them amounts
You will never see i got a brick o' swag for
Every ounce of your jealousy
From what they tellin' me, I
Seem to be the man
A boutique boy that cop sneakers in Japan
Lampin' on the island jus' to
See a decent tan so have my money in total
- "Kima Keisha Pam"
All this ice on my wrist that's a risk factor
You wouldn't need this much ice
For a wrist fracture
And roll wit a clique full a chick snatchers
So we didn't really want your
Bitch it was just practice
I flick ashes off a yacht deck
All I do is come to a chin like a mock neck
Stop that I'm from a hood
Where they never smile
Niggas make that tre pop like Kevin Liles
My city never blink they be thinkin' cash
And stay clappin' on a nigga like Pinky ass
That thing flash they snatch
Chains and karats
Gettin' that dirty money no
'Last Train to Paris'
So to all you rap lames and other suckas
I bet this Mack Maine'll leave
You in the Gudda Gudda
Motherfucker spend a day in
These streets and see
Niggas'll do the 'Unthinkable' for
At least a key
Uhhh and as soon as them feds swing through
They Draked on you damn I
Ain't know you sing too
King who? Run what? We can all assume
You got knocked cause all
Your goons use Autotune
Meanwhile I Lebron ball, John Wall
Give me the mic I give
'em the light Sean Paul
Haters stay tuned I got a
Lot of shit in store
Best to ever do it next stop bidding war