Ooh Kill Em

Get it right Terio

Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh

You ready? You ready?

I don't think they is

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move they lips

I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks

With they exclusive bitch

Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit

Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit

With a few Philly niggas that be shootin' shit

I'm like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this

Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack

Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap

I maneuvered with shooters

You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah

My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets

You do it for the nigga with the backpack

I do it for the niggas on the corner

Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack

Hold up wait a minute let me back track

Hov gave you 24, let you have that

Man you claiming you the king of New York

What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back

Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap

Everybody want the crown so I snatch that

Heard your gun go doo-doo-dooo-dooo

Well my gun go blat-blat-blat-blat-blat

What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas

To earn my respect just to get to these niggas

Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas

Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas

What the fuck wrong with him

Like really I'm sick of you niggas

You've been in the game like a year and some change

And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like...

(H-h-h-hold up, wait)

Let the beat come back and the streets come back

Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back

Make me grow these nappy braids, make the beast come back like

(H-h-h-hold up, wait)

And a nigga fuck around get the RICO Act

Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at?

And my lil' nigga Bobby can't eat those flats