Текст песни Kill Em Off

[Intro: Gonzoe]

Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world

Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off

Ready, let's do this shit

[Verse-1: Gonzoe]

If you niggaz hate me, why don't you face me

If you love me, then embrace me

No words from me, I let the case speak

White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots

We hit that man first then his faculty drop

I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em

Had the whole porch glowing, out the super sports showing

Our man power, make workers out of cowards

Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour

Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder

Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'

Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it

Lovin' my Regime life, California violence

Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens

You pull me over; you get more then the drunk drivers

South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva

Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah

[Chorus: Kris Kaliko]

We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games

See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering

We pull them guns they run, when that lead came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko]

We kill 'em off (Echo)

Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. Uh-Uh

Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

Ooooohh

[Verse-2: Tech N9ne]

Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be

Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely

Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly

Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy

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Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College

Part raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage

Awkward shit I spit, you got garbage (cha)

I've had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)

You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (cha)

Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)

You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha)

You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)

You crackers we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)

We scrappers and hackers who mash for this (cha)

Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)

Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch

[Chorus]

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko]

We Kill 'em Off

[Verse-3: Yukmouth]

We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off,
kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off

Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off

And sawed up, I'll rip ya jaw off

Bitch niggaz gettin hauled off

Chop off the kid of the mob boss

And watch this slowly fall off

Nigga..

They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle

I'm raise in the struggle, ready to rumble

Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers humble

But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden

We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless

I'm on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying

And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic

Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch

Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block shit

The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators

Bitches been to strangers play us haters can't infiltrate us

We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with elevators

Let the metal spray