Guilty Simpson - k** 'Em lyrics

Yo [Verse 1] I blow a blunt, eat good, and blow another blunt I'm dumb high, I don't even know the f**ing month But I do know, a lot of cats talk that sh** But won't shoot though (stop it) You brought your gun, I brought two though Both of them hitting your 2-door Just for being wack and pseudo And I don't practice Judo But chop sh**, when the ack stops, you'll know I pop your crew, bro, my new 4 has no clue But soon to find out what a blast gon' do We take cash flow too Go in your pockets (run it) there's kush bags on you (come on) And the kicks beneath my calves so new He, who seen more, has more, so true I'm worldwide, who's siding with So many days on the plane, I could fly the b**h I'm in the clouds, you in the hood, it's that plain And when I land, my plan is to slap lames [Hook] We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em (yes) We gon' k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em [Verse 2] I did the mathematics, my foes are back at it So, I keep an automatic and my pa**port tatted Stay on the move, like, rip off an icepick shootin' I live my whole life doing trife sh** Mama did her best, we had food, had the rest But still I hit the bar and drank booze and a vest Paranoid, plotting on a plan to rule the game I much rather move the crowds than move the 'caine [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, I push a pen with ease and it's a breeze To make commodes out of these weak MC's It's nothin', you boys bluffin', you ain't holdin' 45 horse for the who*es, stay rolled and On, I keep it so hood wit' em (hood wit' em) My peeps'll tell you there's no good in 'em (no good in 'em) But why apologize, my enemies pop 9's So I hustled on some bread and went ahead and got mine I'll turn your household into rubble And your body parts resemble a jigsaw puzzle (Blat!) Put it together when we break sh** up With black Beretta's, M-16's, Mac's or better [Hook]