Timbaland - Perfect Execution lyrics

[Intro/Hook: Krayzie Bone] Dead dead dead k** k** k** em all k** k** k** em all (leave em lyircally) Dead dead dead dead (x3) (k** em all repeats while next line is playing) Die die die, die, die, die, die, die (Get em!) [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] When I hit em with the rhythm n***a chill em to the bone I k** em with a lyric and them n***as gettin gone I can never finish a song Because the competition never hold on that long Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone He wicked lyrical criminals, I'm on my own The sickest individual Ya'll might know I'm I blow a n***as mouth out All I show em, is I'm a monster, beast Runnin through like the Nephalim And I'm f**in up the rest'a them Okay n***a, let's pretend that you a bullet proof vest, and I'm an automatic weapon then And that chest you call yourself protectin is your title But when I'm releasing this heat, it's vital, ya die Goin against me is suicidal Kray psycho like Michael *Hee hee* Comin back like I just sold a sack on the 99 Drive by and I k** em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb Murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, k** em all Hit the n***a in the heart for having a thought, then hit I'm in the brain for thinkin he can hang [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Perfect execution, last a**a**ination Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda (k**a, k**a) [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] I told ya'll I was about to get it crackin, keepin the blaze, can't fade Krayzie Jackson Creep with the AK Straight aimed exactly Enter the brain Bang bang bang stained with platinum A magnum for hit records, trek a n***a like mandom Blitz headache No floss, so believe that'cha seen whut'cha saw So raw, make ya broad wanna get naked Cause I spit that fire, dawg, hot heat ta burn ya Had to take a little bitta me ta learn ya If anybody really got beef than stroll up And sho'fun they gonn' get broke n rolled up Get smoked and folded up I'm kinda like a 4-4 just load me up (yeah) But when I bust I'm like a AK-47 Under the dust is what the muthaf**as reppin, check em And ask em how they got there Leathaface let the sawed off pop, yeah, and make sure all the bullsh** stop there Cause 20 of em verses me still is not fair Just not fair And always strong to the finish, never seen a n***a so I'll that's so wicked None like me before n***a feel like you iller than this then come get it Perfect execution, last a**a**ination Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda (Krays a k**a, k**a) x4 Dead dead dead k** k** k** em all k** k** k** em all (leave em lyrically) Dead dead dead dead x3 Die die die, die, die, die, die, die