Killing’s All Around

Album cover art for "Killing’s All Around" by Necro

Necro - Rap, Em Português

Killing’s All Around

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[Intro] Yo yo, for my street motherfuckers! Peep it.. like this (Necro) Dropping jewels on you (brutal) You end up getting fuckin punched in ya face! (street shit) [Verse 1] Street cats with minds that orbit around morbid Feel this, absorb it and cock your TEC, bump this til the cops get vexed and knock on doors with warrants Lookin to make you pay for your sins Hide in the closet as they bust the door in Wake up the neighbors, fuck hard labor The only way I'll open a box with a large razor Is when I receive a shipment of equipment to make beats that got you kids flippin' Now slip in the clip and bust off ya shit for independence, for codefendants For the fifth amendment For the those with a twenty five year sentence That shit's fucked up: kid consequences get over on you, luck sucks Judges making examples outta cats How 'bout we make an example out of a judge and stab 'em in the back with a sharpened gavel? You'll lock me up for robbery Don't rob my life, don't play God with me [Hook] Killings all around Dope, crack, weed, mad pounds Living like a hood Dying as a thug Killings all around Dope, crack, weed, mad pounds Living like a hood Dying as a thug [Verse 2] For all you dogs in pain with the eternal morgue in your brain, dying just to live Don't make be bust a kid Working eight hours a day for someone else is insane, you're like a slave Only difference is you're giving yourself permission Like a fiend on a mission Headed towards the same door you walked through an hour before - circling like a bird up in the atmosphere, get outta line? Gats appear Gangstas are here, wise asses, my bastards I learned a lot how to earn a knot Never buy a burner that's hot Make sure it's out the box Before I knew how to box used to throw a lotta shots, now a jab and a hook does it quickly Try to hit me I train like in other countries, bombin' the city Like it's Vietnam in the sixties and I'm a hippy Holding like ten clips, G, a nine milli and more guns I'll be buckin' my fuckin' shit off at everyone Til the war's done! [Hook] Killings all around Dope, crack, weed, mad pounds Living like a hood Dying as a thug Killings all around Dope, crack, weed, mad pounds Living like a hood Dying as a thug

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  • Necro