Fuckin With Some Killaz

Lyrics

[Intro: Henry Hill] Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked I mean, hits just became a habit [Chorus: ?] She fuckin' with some killers You fuckin' with some murderers You fuckin' with some killers [Verse 1: Z-Dogg] A nigga once has sinned, then a killer won't be shit But now I'm [?], while he still tryna [?] on the track I'm in the studio, he hustlin', no real rest I can sleep with both my eyes closed, he still gotta watch his back I'm classified as brown, but these hoes call me as "Mister" Now tell me who's the player in this motherfuckin' picture It really wasn't no ana, till I found out from my folk This nigga was in love, with my favourite groupie hoe That is his first mistake by tryin' to interfere with my gravy And all of a hustle, he defined that's Westhaven The hatin' and violatin' creep that get you busters sprayed Nine-Millimeter bust, now you dust in your grave [Chorus: ?] Killer, murderer Killer, murderer [Interlude: Henry Hill] Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules [Verse 2: AK] I'm countin' demons, can you handle this? Nigga, nigga and then kill her They lookin' for some dope up, I'ma boast them in the river River, your body shiver, like ice cubes These niggas ain't get hard, we [?] 'em Glocks, I beep your cool And soon, as I get close, with the amoast Respect, I gotta grip the TEC, then let it go No more, will I be franked, up in this game A buster motherfucker self destructed in my reigns My name, is on the news, got nothin' to lose They beepin' through my windows, catch your widow through your cooler They hot, I hit the spot, and shake the crap I'm lookin' in both directions while I'm checkin' out my trap Perhaps, your neck got snapped, if you come wrong It's right, to take your life, so bring it on The song, is where I'm at, you wanna test The nuts, and get buck, and be upset You wet, you put to rest, no suffers in it A killer's up in my clique, but better get This stress, this got me lit, and count up in The south, in Tennesse, I represent And stand, where I will be, your life's a don't You're stuck, Lil-[?] don't give a fuck, I'm yawnin' chrome Yalk, it makes you walk, don't talk this shit Bring it on, to the triple [?], in '96 [Chorus: ? & Henry Hill] She fuckin' with some killers Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line You fuckin' with some murderers Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line You fuckin' with some killers Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line You fuckin' with some killers [Verse 3: Z-Dogg] I'm in a world with no heart, got the [?] on my side Livin' laws like Columbians, so Troopaz got my [?] As I ride through the south, in my hood in the north Call my nigga Skinny Pimp, [?] to meet me at the port Bring the keys, got the cheese, mane so everything just straight Flyin' first class on your ass, now the killer droppin' off weight Kingpins got me damned, to the [?] around the world A romance and [?], when I beat you 'round [?] And the world ain't gon' change, [?] in this shit Gimisum flyin' birds, young niggas boomin' bitch Picture this, pick so [?], count up quick, I clip my dick Now [?], it's the motherfuckin' [?] Money laundery niggas, [?] now they knockin' at my door Livin' in a M-town, of this [?], [?] [Outro: Henry Hill] Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked I mean, hits just became a habit