Kill Em Dead lyrics

by

J.R. Writer


[Hook - JR Writer]
I get the bread while you in the red
I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed
Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead

Forget the fighting, that n*gga down to front?
He getting hella-lightning popping out the trunk
Let him think he Tyson, f*ck around and jump
I've got my liquor license; how many ways you want?
I'll led the K spray, tell em n*ggas make way
Before I street sweep his ass and get on my K Slay
Let him trip; I pull it then it's May Day
I'm from the Knick, but my bullets stay in AK
I don't play-play when it's pay day
We'll take so many shots you'll need to go to AA
Take a vacay, put me in your stupid flow
We'll have the funeral right there at the studio
When I clap and I spray, caps in the K like ?
Happen to play, clashing with J I'll put you
With ? to back in the day
Hey, you cats in the way
I don't give a f*ck what you happen to say
I kill em, kill em, kill em dead
? in his grave
[Hook - JR Writer]
I get the bread while you in the red
I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed
Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
I kill em dead, try to steal his bread
.44 spilling lead; floors, walls, ceilings red
Sport Porsche getting head, they here but I came though cleaner
Take care of everything on the meter
I'm cool with an eye on the Nina
Beemer, few goons on the set but I got mine too
It's too late to hate, killed em for 9
Ate 9 more before you fill this plate
Ain't from here, I'm just visiting
Big is the house I'm living in. My car
Fly, I'm super-cool. When it ?
This game I'm turning balls, f*ck these n*ggas I burn em all
I'm a strange case, not the average Jack
You can have em back. Fell in love with Miss Mary
We f*cking with the web on these clips
Preparing for the day we gonna be rich, sh*t
Corpse off the cliff, impound in the ground
b*tch find out how awful it gets
Wake up, riding this all for the chips
I can't afford to be side-tracked
I'm chilling, winning, rims spinning
Real n*gga, on contact: Banks
[Hook - JR Writer]
I get the bread while you in the red
I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed
Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
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