Curt Cazal - To All the k**as lyrics

[Chorus: Prodigy {*sample*}] To all the k**ers and the hundred dollar billers To real n***as, who ain't got no feelings To all the k**ers and the hundred dollar billers To real n***as... to real n***as [Krumbsnatcha] K-B-X, yo, yo Who wants to test the untestable? Infrared 9 at your spine, leave you vegetable Where the bullet not, don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace to thug n***as on this sh** that we on Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon f** a don, I'm on symotic over your block sh** Pop sh**, watch the Glock spit, lay you like carpets I roll with n***as that sniff coke and tote guns And take funds, whether number 1's or sulibate nuns sh**'s official, f** 5 mics, it's 5 pistols Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue Keep you runnin like runner, sweatin like summer Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer Beat that a** like drama, fade em out like Donna Summa Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents [Timbo King] For real n***as who feel this is on some numb sh** Gun sh**, peace to my jail n***as who run sh** Corner thugs buggin on birds, we serve em purpose The same 45 in your mouth, stuck up, your worthless Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin We on the block earnin thousands from PJ's to housins Diggin pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire Tap, drop a diamond, informant n***as walk police wires We on some 86, stick-up figure impulse The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult [Chorus x2] [Lord Harrison] We leave em rotten just for plottin my squadren Get no part of this, we robbin, your position On the mission to target, is you b**h made? My army brigade got the plan made We rippin thru they a**holes with the triple-edged blade The illest exectioners droppin this, with peace to the bottomless It's symbolic to monogomous hollow tips Rippin thru they vests for respect, nevertheless To impress, we come in vain with some envious techs My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry That's constantly shootin for this life of equality Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories Misery bring treachery, so now I k** you slowly, f**in phony Receiver of many, I come with plenty A posion for they belly, into Hell is where I send the Enemies, if you can stand the heat, step in the flame And get your fame put to shame cuz you lame Leavin your b**h rappers slain, truly insane You leave this Earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars Is what you see when my 7-half mind spars [Krumbsnatcha] Yo, yo, yo Desert Eagle at your cerebral, keepin you civilized The thug way, your mug stay the same way the slug lay Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch Like fleas, 8 million MC's drop to your knees like church mast Play fast, full mission from the stash [Timbo King] Dirty burners blazin at night, we got the ave sewn Chrome, nickel-plated, 44, murder, dead zone Police tracin prints, stolen cars with tints Bum b**hes boostin gear, sellin clothes for cents Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely Drinkin Valentine ghetto bubbly [Chorus x2]