Shoot to Kill

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Seven, you down to rip 'em? Hell yeah Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? Man, it don't matter, shoot to kill Handle the mic like you be handling the steel How you want this shit to go? Man, it don't matter, shoot to kill [Verse 1, Seven] Spot rocking with stigmata, I guess it's the gift Heal the crippled when I rip the freestyle on a metro lip Quick to go to war 'cause I don't [?] your mama and them Take your wife and your [?] daughter and beat your ass with a bicycle rim And when you know it, you went out like a hoe Talking like, "[?]" 
Nigga, you got D-Boed, you got Ramboed And your cousins wouldn't even help 'cause I was in fucking up-mode Tsk tsk, I see dead people Like emcee died when he bit my rhyme and didn't know the flow was lethal They tried to kill me by giving me cancer (You can't get rid of that) Shit, if DB came on and then rocked a verse, then cancer gave me back Vision my wisdom but you scared to look I'm hieroglyphics in the sonic bible, the Quran and K-Rino's Book You can be deaf and dumb and it wouldn't change shit Plug up my ears, rip out my tongue and [?] your ass in sign language, bitch [Interlude] Felony, you down to rip 'em? Fa sho Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? Yo, it don't matter, shoot to kill Handle the mic like you be handling the steel Man, how you want this here to go? Yo, it don't matter, shoot to kill Say foo', you down to rip 'em? Fa sho Then show your skill Which weapon should I use? Yo it don't matter, shoot to kill Handle the mic like you be handling the steel Man, how you want this shit to go? Yo, it don't matter, shoot to kill [Verse 2: Rhyme Felon] When I lock and load, I make blocks explode Lyrical C4, the plastics, fuck the Glocks you hold I was told once before never kick a man when he's down I hate to tell you, what better time to serve a hater with rounds Lace him with pounds of ammo, shake that snake out the ground Have him regretting, crossing state lines, sliding his ass in H-Town Can't hit the breaks now, I see you don't like the way the 40 cal sound Scared to death, got your face down, feeling like out of place now My nigga listen, my rhymes are like illegal prescriptions So codeine and Sprite mix it cold, pharmaceutical [?] Skill-dropping is like pill-popping, numbs your brain into submission Only to awake to a headache, just in time to hear the slugs whistling The Rhyme Felon, bid you farewell, only time can tell I inhale and breathe life, refreshing off minds that's stale No stopping these top pedigree from the dirty streets out the cell I shoot to kill from a Coupe de Ville, translating your heaven into hell [Interlude] K-Rino, you down to wreck 'em? Hell yeah Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? Man, it don't matter, shoot to kill Straight up? Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel How you want this shit to go? Man, it don't matter, shoot to kill K-Rino, you down to rip 'em? Sho is Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? It don't matter, shoot to kill I will Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel How you want this shit to go? It don't matter, shoot to kill [Verse 3: K-Rino] Yo, straight out the gutter, stomach cutter, at will I slice Decapitate a crew and made their heads roll like dice Lyrics inserted, cops alerted, I'll blast at foes Don't want the preacher throwing up, leave the casket closed Punish my victims then inflcit them with pain and stress Another radical recital ignites your chest Beating a sucker motherfucker for calling me fake How many blows to the nose can one man take? I got to pop ya just to stop ya from dissing my clique Breaking your ass with a blast or blow so quick Making you frown with a round, you duck and wish Man I'm so down I could drown a fucking fish Unleash the vocals, every local can feel the sting Took off my vest, shot up my chest, didn't feel a thing You see me stepping with the rep and the mic I thrash Since you don't like me get this Nike up out your ass [Interlude] Eyque, you down to rip 'em? Hell yeah Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? Yo, it don't matter, shoot to kill Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling the steel How you want this shit to go? Yo it don't matter, shoot to kill Eyque, you down to rip 'em? Hell yeah Then show your skill How you want this shit to go? Yo, it don't matter, shoot to kill Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling that steel How you want this shit to go? Yo it don't matter, shoot to kill [Verse 4: Ruff Eyque] Gimme the microphone and duck when I bust Remember one thing, don't fuck with us 'cause uh, you're fucking with the wrong clique Unless you're into stroking and licking on armed dicks SPC still spitting it happily Eat hoe ass louse, yeah they still after me But they can't catch, not today And then five ass niggas want me locked away I'ma bring it to the light and it sparks in the dark When this [?] catch your [?], it's gon' rip it apart Now uh, who gots the feeling for a thrilling killing? I promise it to be chilling when this nigga stop living I'm giving slugs to mugs then he stripped in [?] Payback's a motherfucker when you dripped in blood The last time I came, rushed the loot and still But this time to gain, it's to shoot and kill [Interlude] You down to wreck 'em? What you think? Then show your skill Trust that I murder first It don't matter, shoot to kill Aight Handle the mic like you handle the steel Well can I use your new bazooka? It don't matter, shoot to kill [Verse 5: DBX] You ain't said nothing Whenever I'm busting, I shoot to kill I use to chill but now I got to execute the deal The juice is real, a hundred percent freshly squeezed SPC's best emcees, it's best you leave Because we fucking up the game for you niggas that's rapping fame Tryna make a name, DBX is taking aim No warning shots 'cause I ain't tryna wound 'em or injure 'em Helpless is how I render 'em Dead is how I remember 'em I'll [?] ya, in '99, I use a Ruger So dammit, Eyque, how the fuck you load this bazooka? Blow up the whole spot at a four block radius Don't play with us, RIP on you faggots that hated us Dragon clan coming like the cavalry You fucking with my homeboys is one thing that I ain't having, g The [?] killer like [?] killer Shooting venom with these lyrics, throw the mic in the river