Yukmouth, Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne, Gonzoe - Kill 'Em Off lyrics
Krizz Kaliko [Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yukmouth, Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne, Gonzoe - Kill 'Em Off lyrics]
Yes yes, whuttup mayn
It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk
You know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do this shit
If you niggas hate me, thrones can face me
If you love me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the K speak
White sheets all on ya block
Who's callin the shots
We hit that man first, then his faculty drop
I went 2Pac on 'em
Showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin
Out the super sport, showin
Our man power, make workers outta cowards
Focus, leave a nigga beem smokin every hour
Gunshots get louder over blocks of the powder
Whole spots get surrounded
Whatever breathin we down it
Gonzoe'll spend ya money before ya
Bitch ass could count it
Lovin my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground
Like I ambushed the sirens
Ya pull me over you get
More then a drunk driver
South Central survivor, hustler, conniver
Outlaw gang, nigga Regime Rider
We catchin 'em slippin
In war ain't no fair games see they high
Cause inside I see you scared mayne
We pull them guns
They run when that lead came
(Gunshots) we kill 'em off
Surrounded and I don't know who to trust
Stressed, might be, demons comin
In on me tight, will I bust
Yea it's likely, loaded cocked back
Nigga not givin a fuck press tightly
Then dip to the Bay and parlay with
My nigga Yuk and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud
Just brought knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, Part heart and part mobbage
Ak-ward, shit I spit, you got garbage
I've had it, you faggots is mad at this
You rap it, rezap it
And crack if it's inadequate
Attackers with jackets snaked with bats
In the back of it
You rappers is whack and it's
Fact this is immaculate
You slack it a gat for the
Red and black of it
You crackers we blacketh then shack
And ain't no master shit
We scrappers and hackers who masked for this
Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness
Regime Riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch
We kill 'em off, kill'em off, kill'em off
Kill'em off, kill'em off, kill 'em all off
Word to my nigga Asia
The cake finna break 'em all off
The sawed off 'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggas gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid the mob boss
And watch him so quick fall off nigga
They foundtaion crumble in
The concrete jungle
I'm raised in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shavin bundles to hustle, most killas humble
But, I'm loud and obnoxious
Bomb ya office like Bin Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppas
I'm heartless, I'm on some Don shit
Most of my track horrorfying and gothic
2Pacalypse prophet, hot shit, toxic, mob shit
Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch
Fuck them coppers
We still representin' that block shit
The MOBB, we don't fuck with no
Perpetrators or imitators
Snitches, bitches, traitors
Or playa haters can't infiltate us
We gettin hella paper
In cribs with elevators
Let the metal spray ya white tee, ya bitch
WE KILL 'EM OFF
It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk
You know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do this shit
If you niggas hate me, thrones can face me
If you love me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the K speak
White sheets all on ya block
Who's callin the shots
We hit that man first, then his faculty drop
I went 2Pac on 'em
Showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin
Out the super sport, showin
Our man power, make workers outta cowards
Focus, leave a nigga beem smokin every hour
Gunshots get louder over blocks of the powder
Whole spots get surrounded
Whatever breathin we down it
Gonzoe'll spend ya money before ya
Bitch ass could count it
Lovin my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground
Like I ambushed the sirens
Ya pull me over you get
More then a drunk driver
South Central survivor, hustler, conniver
Outlaw gang, nigga Regime Rider
We catchin 'em slippin
In war ain't no fair games see they high
Cause inside I see you scared mayne
We pull them guns
They run when that lead came
(Gunshots) we kill 'em off
Surrounded and I don't know who to trust
Stressed, might be, demons comin
In on me tight, will I bust
Yea it's likely, loaded cocked back
Nigga not givin a fuck press tightly
Then dip to the Bay and parlay with
My nigga Yuk and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud
Just brought knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, Part heart and part mobbage
Ak-ward, shit I spit, you got garbage
I've had it, you faggots is mad at this
You rap it, rezap it
And crack if it's inadequate
Attackers with jackets snaked with bats
In the back of it
You rappers is whack and it's
Fact this is immaculate
You slack it a gat for the
Red and black of it
You crackers we blacketh then shack
And ain't no master shit
We scrappers and hackers who masked for this
Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness
Regime Riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch
We kill 'em off, kill'em off, kill'em off
Kill'em off, kill'em off, kill 'em all off
Word to my nigga Asia
The cake finna break 'em all off
The sawed off 'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggas gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid the mob boss
And watch him so quick fall off nigga
They foundtaion crumble in
The concrete jungle
I'm raised in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shavin bundles to hustle, most killas humble
But, I'm loud and obnoxious
Bomb ya office like Bin Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppas
I'm heartless, I'm on some Don shit
Most of my track horrorfying and gothic
2Pacalypse prophet, hot shit, toxic, mob shit
Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch
Fuck them coppers
We still representin' that block shit
The MOBB, we don't fuck with no
Perpetrators or imitators
Snitches, bitches, traitors
Or playa haters can't infiltate us
We gettin hella paper
In cribs with elevators
Let the metal spray ya white tee, ya bitch
WE KILL 'EM OFF