Meek Mill - Ooh Kill ’Em lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Ooh Kill ’Em lyrics]
Get it right Terio
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
You ready? You ready? I don't think they is
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say
But nothing comes out when
They move they lips
I spit crack for my niggas
That be moving bricks
With they exclusive bitch
Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit
Niggas sleeping on me then
I Freddy Krueger shit
With a few Philly niggas
That be shootin' shit i'm like Dre
I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this
Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
Then I blew up they knew
Us before all this rap
I maneuvered with shooters
You fuck around with me
Get smoked like a hookah
My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the niggas on the corner
Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack
Hold up wait a minute let me back track
Hov gave you 24, let you have that
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo doo dooo dooo
Well my gun go blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
To earn my respect just to
Get to these niggas
Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas
Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You've been in the game like
A year and some change
And you feeling yourself so I'm
Killing these niggas like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
Let the beat come back and
The streets come back
Niggas on the west tryna make
The east come back
Make me grow these nappy braids
Make the beast come back like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
And a nigga fuck around get the RICO Act
Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at?
And my lil' nigga Bobby
Can't eat those flats
Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold
But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's Meek Milly
I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time
Like me one time and ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
You ready? You ready? I don't think they is
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say
But nothing comes out when
They move they lips
I spit crack for my niggas
That be moving bricks
With they exclusive bitch
Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit
Niggas sleeping on me then
I Freddy Krueger shit
With a few Philly niggas
That be shootin' shit i'm like Dre
I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this
Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
Then I blew up they knew
Us before all this rap
I maneuvered with shooters
You fuck around with me
Get smoked like a hookah
My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the niggas on the corner
Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack
Hold up wait a minute let me back track
Hov gave you 24, let you have that
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo doo dooo dooo
Well my gun go blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
To earn my respect just to
Get to these niggas
Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas
Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You've been in the game like
A year and some change
And you feeling yourself so I'm
Killing these niggas like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
Let the beat come back and
The streets come back
Niggas on the west tryna make
The east come back
Make me grow these nappy braids
Make the beast come back like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
And a nigga fuck around get the RICO Act
Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at?
And my lil' nigga Bobby
Can't eat those flats
Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold
But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's Meek Milly
I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time
Like me one time and ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh