Y’all Ain’t No Killaz

Lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Yeah, this song's dedicated to y'all niggas who forgot where the fuck you came from, to doubt trick-mouth trick-ass bitches who can't run shit, but the bullshit y'all stressing backwards, made behind my motherfucking eyes y'all niggas ain't no killas! Real killas have no alibi; drop that shit [Hook] Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Subtracting you haters one by one, deep is how we fuckin' come Rat-tat-tat-tat, bizzack full of teflons Peepin' through my mask, I'm leavin' my eyebrows down It ain't no love in my facial expressions, murder frowns when it touch The nigga that's feelin' that pain, we takin' that gravy Big Kill creepin' with the Mac-90s, shoot fourty double clip eighty You better be cautious or play yo cards right Cause when I be cappin' I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven Too many hoes like to floss, too many niggas like to cross Tryna come up with no dues, but you swear you takin' the loss I don't fuck with ya kind, I'm claimin' the O to the G And if you niggas looking for me I'm strapped for poppin' up on yo damn street Now don't start duckin' when my heat release this bullet destruction Lyin' and cryin' won't help you bitch, Skinny still pimpin', me still bustin' Look at you now, you piece of shit dead where you can't swim "Fuck you!" is my last words where killaz claimin' they end [Hook] Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] What you gotta sizzay? Come and plizzay with the gangsta nigga Bet yo bottom dollar, make you holler for this memphis nigga Left to right, locked down tight, hype from some hustable Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable Ballin' through the club, watch me jook, hit the fuckin' doe All I feel is anna plus them thugs game to whoop a hoe Strapped like Jeffrey, Jesse James, take it to the western days Niggas better act they fuckin' age fore they get erased Claim to be a killer trick, say you first to shoot some shit Skinny go kill that anna for Tony Montana, mane let's go kill a bitch Jump into the Lexus, see what's next, us flex this fuckin' trick Slam on down suburban to the curb and all us in this shit Slammin' OZ with Little G, pimpin' ass Roc and Tay Mess you up like Urkel and kick circle, Gangsta shoot for straight Never claim the killa role, but I pack that .380 Nervous for my life, I'll kill you twice, you ain't no killa hoe, nigga! [Hook] Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Elimination that means me clips be the ultimate, the twenty gauge Split kick breakin' 'em down, microscopic of Triple Six Horror side time, terrify Bodies are rottin' up under ground to keep the soil fertilized Go to sleep, close your eyes, "die!" my battle cry Infamous is not too kind so therefore I won't let you slide during the bloody rite Oh my, me sharpened up my knives Chop you into bits, drop you into them pits To be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic bitch And you will feel pain that no one can imagine Chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon I am Lord Infamous, death is my method Thee evil seed, universally wretched Those of mortal flesh have been possessed With all my corpse with my name carved deep in the chest Will nevertheless eternally rest, bloody mess The devil nigga know it make you quiver You failed to squeeze the trigger I think you ain't no killa nigga [Hook] Y'all niggas ain't no killas Y'all niggas some hoes [Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] This is for you backstabbin bitches that be callin' me straight You got a bank and a nigga like me ain't ate shit all day But you's a jealous-hearted nigga that wanna see a playa fall Now have you ever robbed, shot and killed somebody? Nigga, hell no! You need to think, have you ever said some about a: Murderer, pimp, playa, that's causin' so much drama When I blast, callin' yoself a killa, fake cap peeler, hide that bitch Jive turkey, Skinny Pimp smokin' and strokin' that water by the campfire trick Murderer bombin' these bitches down Terrorist-style when we creep on clowns Layin' they ass down, found drowned by a lake in Funky Town Never leave yo niggas back a ditch that Memphis bitch we thick Gimisum Family, cause of the tragedy, dozens of playas that flow dope shit It ain't no squashin' in my heart, motherfucker show some courage Or get yo ass shot up like busta with a violent gust of wind from my nina roster ruger Counterfeitin' high power cowards, y'all ain't no killa