Twista - k** Murder lyrics

(feat. Turtle Banxx) [Turtle Banxx] most of you motherf**ers is comical the rule like me is impossible verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles damn right we don't acknowledge you the streets got eyes of leopard for telling n***as to up weaponry when they see your a** blast and feed your a** to the fish life's a b**h that'll s** ya dick and tell them guys we hit that cash kick a** n***a they coming for the whole pie old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave some were shining too much so I hide in the shade the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain [chorus] k** k** k** murder murder murder k** k** k** murder murder murder in every video its k** k** k** murder murder murder in every studio its k** k** k** murder murder murder and tell me who ya know that k** k** k** murder murder murder in every video its k** k** k** murder murder murder in every studio its k** k** k** murder murder murder and tell me who ya know that k** k** k** murder murder murder [Turtle Banxx] now I roll like minutes and foes with k**ers that fold idiotic motherf**ers smokin 'dro by the O's more by the box so whats this is how we rock it beats by Cayex and Toxic China White find a mic imagine you cant stop it enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick talking like they made me rich b**h please face it legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it n***as k** me with that weak sh** come around on street sh** guns that don't reach sh** in a talk of insanity d**hs wanted at your a** blast your identity ain't no hoes over you ain't know we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes b**h a** n***as that try to rise I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say [chorus] [Twista] I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles its Twist and T Bizzle when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little n***as act like the heart and the heartless that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage turn these mortals into gods and godesses I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug on my nutsac thats how I get into sack sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna sh** in a bag from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P. ain't no three I.D.'s that'll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees controversy wild n***as thats thirsty and bodily fluids smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara disciples of d**h you wont even hear fears in they cry don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes my n***as rhyme thats all I love put a bullet to the sky but a n***a gotta die if he call my blood so watch it when you say [chorus] k** k** k** murder murder murder k** k** k** murder murder murder k** k** k** murder murder murder k** k** k**