Hard Not to Kill

Lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul] x4 It's hard not to kill niggas It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas So what's a nigga to do [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Me and my nigga had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half G of tha Henn I swerved up into the damn liquor store lot, high as fuck, I'm droppin' my gat in the stash pot Forever it took the shit seemed cause the trick in there sweated me for the ID I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin to run out and see that my nigga was bleedin' Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in the bomber Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat Finna fix these fools up a little snack, toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track They was talkin' shit the other day now the Prophet Posse got an offer that they can not turn away When the goddamn vomit out the strong sucka once Scarecrow servin' head on a silver tray I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two two, smokin' on a cool, got a call from the damn fool Said he had the Three 6 held hostage, tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news Then we round up the squad got The Maf' and The Kaz', we be loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools And we comin on a run through the yard and a nigga gonna knock Triple Six wanna pop it at you Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop This nigga wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-ass body Better bring some dangerous toys when you fuckin' with the Mafia boys, don't war with us Or get caught up in a scramble, we blow out your candle and we come out victorious [Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4) It's hard not to kill niggas It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas So what's a nigga to do [Verse 2: MC Mack] It's seems that every fuckin' day I tend to dwell more by myself My competitors run, when I cock my gun I blast cause I'm forced to live by my rep My Killa Klan Kaze, like the Nazi's Cause we takin' you for hostage MC Mack, ho, be my street name Cause I'm cliqued by Prophet Posse You can't stop me so just watch me Left you spooked cause I flashed your set Too many motherfuckers, they know my face But I don't know them, so I sport a vest Don't test my thugs, homey, show no love Remorse ain't in me, don't fuck with scrubs Get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs Consist of killaz, coffin fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line Renig your sins and the death in the end Tombstone read, young nigga was blind Tryin' to see me, you can't be me So just flex on the other direction If the milli miss ya, hollow points'll hit ya In other words you're fucked with no protection Smith & Wesson, got you stressin' Tape his mouth up while he's restin' Put them yawk thangs to his dome When he awakens, bet he with Satan Life was taken, death you facin' Hollow points, they got you racin' Caught you slippin', like a magician On your ass, spray this nigga, WHAT'S UP! [Chorus: DJ Paul] x4 It's hard not to kill niggas It's like and everyday job not to kill niggas So what's a nigga to do [DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]