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Hard Nard
Big Zack
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Killer Mike
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Alright, kill 'em, kill 'em all, kill 'em, kill 'em all
I swallow too much dope to stomach, too many sacks to vomit
Shit it out, rinse it off, hit the block running
Sitting in a crack hole, rolling up an Optimo
Scheming on a sucker dick and swallow for a sack-o
I pack crack flow, y'all niggas assholes
Cook it, cut it, sort it, hit the trap door
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
I've got a soulful to let go on so-and-so
These trash-ass rappers rap so slow
These trash-ass rappers rap so slow
Head ducked like a hose and raw flow
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
The flow gutter, the dough butter
Sound splendid, keep the chill out your mouth
Put a dick in it, live wire, spit fire
Do it like a whore that burned
Get it straight as a perm
You are now about to witness
The mix of 151 and the thick shit
I got a sickness, got a high spickness
Killer kill number one on your hit list
Don't forget this murderous merciless
Vase that you chose to ride out and cause with
Killer kill, killer kill
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
This is the formal introduction to the slum flow
Living die by a gun and a mic cord
Busty bitch nigga, shits a whip
No rapport, no love for the law
Showing much disregard
M.A.K. stabbed and roasted upon the hard guard
Heaven should've saved, beating out the heaven guard
Glamour bitch, strong jacket, gnarling on my law
Spit rhymes, commit crimes without no flaw
West side's on roll, too slum for y'all
Go for the kill, atmosphere got that raw for y'all
Mic check, one-two, step in for your shaw
Pop two inside of you, after we fall
Big Zach, from the flat land, off in the trap
With a pocket full of crap, my nose in the air, gone
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
Keep it moving for those that hate snitches
Those that slap bitches
Them niggas on the grind, steep in the trenches
Those with fist whip, pistol grip clenches
Getting to their straps when it itches
Keep it moving for the block bleeders
The heater holders, the die-hard slum soldiers
Moving work, cooked with bacon soda
Motivate murder via Motorola
Thought I told ya, Maga loader
Me and my nigga Zach back for ya
And we them shoot-first, ask-later players
Wet wound slayers
Smasher that had a scent name
Running loose with the AK
Ask Jesus to save ya
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
Keep that heart not moving, killer
And on a nine and a finger on the trigger
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