Killer Mike

(Killer Mike talking on the phone)
Aight... so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail...
Servin' a 40 to life sentence...
For dope that wasn't even his
Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
It's a hilarious day boooyyy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
that get yo ass in hea...
(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Government snitches are amazin...)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
(Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen)
(Verse 1)
After high school, I gained lots of weight
And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors
Find out what mills bury
Shit's very intense and criti-cal
And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful
The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
But between me and him and that hoe
We walked away with 18 and a bigger score
Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador
Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta
We hit'em hard as doors hammer, yea!
(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest
listen, listen)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out
here's where it gets interestin, follow this shit)
(Verse 3)
??? the spot had more birds than a pet shop
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
Loaded up the work and let's jet
My nigga big Paul loaded up the U-Haul
A thousand pounds uncut raw
Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance?
Did he have a crew offerin assistance?
Paul said it's prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin'
My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
I pointed the 4-5th in the wind and started thumpin'
The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'
All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick
We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
That middle man and dumb bitch
Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN!
(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin here wearin these pants ???)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(I hear Salvatore got ??? or some shit)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(The bum bitch that snitched, tss... who knows?)
Mama I don't wanna sell, crack no more
(Man I shoulda fuckin stayed in job corp
stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit
now I'm fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too
ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz
niggaz ???
fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
and most the niggaz in hea with me stupid too...
(laughs and hangs up the phone))

(T.I. talking)
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

(Hook)
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hump up in the back - bumpin in you speakers!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)

(T.I.)
Man we been tounge wrastlin for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared when the tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya waste
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A

(Hook)

(Killer Mike)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Need me?, Need to get ten G's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and toe taggin
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You gon' off that water woody thinkin you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sig Sauer by my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun

(Hook)

(Bun B)
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie

(Hook)

(Killer Mike talking)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!

(T.I. talking)
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

(Hook)
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hump up in the back - bumpin in you speakers!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)

(T.I.)
Man we been tounge wrastlin for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared when the tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya waste
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A

(Hook)

(Killer Mike)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Need me?, Need to get ten G's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and toe taggin
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You gon' off that water woody thinkin you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sig Sauer by my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun

(Hook)

(Bun B)
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie

(Hook)

(Killer Mike talking)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!

(T.I. talking)
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

(Hook)
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hump up in the back - bumpin in you speakers!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)

(T.I.)
Man we been tounge wrastlin for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared when the tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya waste
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A

(Hook)

(Killer Mike)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Need me?, Need to get ten G's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and toe taggin
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You gon' off that water woody thinkin you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sig Sauer by my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun

(Hook)

(Bun B)
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie

(Hook)

(Killer Mike talking)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
(Verse 1: Killer Mike)
Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit
Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain, on Kobain
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
(Verse 2: Killer Mike)
God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter
Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?)
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying
Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too
No this ain't yo mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
(Verse 3: Killer Mike)
Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
How I give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit
Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+
Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon
Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, Killer Mike

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
(Verse 1: Killer Mike)
Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit
Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain, on Kobain
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"}
(Verse 2: Killer Mike)
God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter
Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?)
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying
Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too
No this ain't yo mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"}
(Verse 3: Killer Mike)
Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
How I give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit
Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+
Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon
Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"}
Rap is dead, Killer Mike

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags
Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
We arose, let's go
"So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin tags
Leavin the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Aw fuck, there he go again
Talkin bout hoes and dough again
Yup! -- Can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was poorer then
You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend
But I was holdin in, I was a roller then
I was a baller back then, all of that man
Fall back, I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin
Twinkies shinin, pinky ring
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
You see me cruisin down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first served basis
You know Hov' be goin to nice places
That's right, and I'm droppin cash
Leave the mall with garbage bags
Gucci this, Prada that
Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Twista]
It's a party when I go up in the sto'
Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro'
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'
and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall
on the glimmer with the glock by the ball
Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6
Then it's straight from the block to the mall
Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self
When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag
Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off
to the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag
I got a console full of ammunition and funds
Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns
Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax
and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none
(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up)
And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now
I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye
Chop a little cheddar up with Jay
Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay
Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me..
My throwback game is whiffle wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin
Keepin coke in the kitchen
Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest
tucked underneath my Michelin S
I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon
It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan
Extra clips and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
worn by the great Rakim himself
Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest
of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings
I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket
since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets
I slept with a package, under mattress
I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words
I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg
Got a project chica, named Rica
She keep a purse full of dro' reefer
Small, pinkies like that
Talk 'til the paper fat
I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat!

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: Big Boi]
Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse
Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse
Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse
I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts
What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall
Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off
Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short
No more MD, DD, LD
That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please
My sheets is gone
Long bread to the short bread, word is bond
Meticulously pimpously serve the song
Act a damn donkey
Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home
Drop top rag-o with the weed gone
Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns
Spent a few shillings
Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin
A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and
Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs
Or are you actin mad cause the money done
slowed, down, just a little bit
Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit
Actin like a pitfall bull-pit
Dead game is the pul-pit
Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped
Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin
A miracle happenin
Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin
Pop that tag on some of this game
Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

[Chorus]

"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.)

(Bone Crusher talking)
Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca
How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga...
Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!!

(Chorus)
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)

(Verse 1: Bone Crusher)
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Verse 2: Killer Mike)
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!

(REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.)

(Verse 3: T.I.)
Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Bone Crusher yelling)
YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka!
We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz...
Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely...
We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz!
T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa!

(REPEAT CHORUS 2X)

"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.)

(Bone Crusher talking)
Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca
How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga...
Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!!

(Chorus)
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)

(Verse 1: Bone Crusher)
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Verse 2: Killer Mike)
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!

(REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.)

(Verse 3: T.I.)
Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Bone Crusher yelling)
YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka!
We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz...
Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely...
We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz!
T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa!

(REPEAT CHORUS 2X)

"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.)

(Bone Crusher talking)
Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca
How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga...
Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!!

(Chorus)
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)

(Verse 1: Bone Crusher)
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Verse 2: Killer Mike)
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!

(REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.)

(Verse 3: T.I.)
Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Bone Crusher yelling)
YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka!
We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz...
Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely...
We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz!
T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa!

(REPEAT CHORUS 2X)

My money

In this issue of Students Around the World, Yong Min Kim

interviews an American university sstudent, Lisa Conroy.

They talk about Living on a student budget.



Young Min: Thanks for talking with me today, Lisa.

Tell us a little bit about yourself.

Lisa: Well, I'm twenty-one, and I'm a junior at a university in Chicago.

Yong Min: How are you paying for your college education?

Lisa: My expenss for every semester are almost $15,000.

At the start of each semester My pay the $10,000 tution.

I also get $2,000 in Financial aid. I have to earn the rest my self.

Young Mn: How do you do that?

Lisa: I have a par-time job at a hotel. I work about twenty hours a week, and earn $400.

After taxes, I make about $320.

Young Min: How do you spend that money?

Lisa: It helps to pay for my room and board on campus.

It also pays for things like my cell phone, books, transportation, and clothes

Young Min: You don't have much money for run, do you?

Lisa: That's true! I stick to my budget carefully so I don't have to borrow.

I don't like to owe people money. I hardly ever go to the movies

My roommate and I usually rent videos, and split the cost, so it's cheaper.

Young Min: How else do you save money?

Lisa: I don't go to restaurants. I make meals with my roommates

so it's cheaper to eat. I try to walk or ride my bicycle to college.

Oh, and I buy a lot of my clothes at second-hand stores.

You can find some very cheap, decent clothees in thoes stores.

My money

In this issue of Students Around the World, Yong Min Kim

interviews an American university sstudent, Lisa Conroy.

They talk about Living on a student budget.



Young Min: Thanks for talking with me today, Lisa.

Tell us a little bit about yourself.

Lisa: Well, I'm twenty-one, and I'm a junior at a university in Chicago.

Yong Min: How are you paying for your college education?

Lisa: My expenss for every semester are almost $15,000.

At the start of each semester My pay the $10,000 tution.

I also get $2,000 in Financial aid. I have to earn the rest my self.

Young Mn: How do you do that?

Lisa: I have a par-time job at a hotel. I work about twenty hours a week, and earn $400.

After taxes, I make about $320.

Young Min: How do you spend that money?

Lisa: It helps to pay for my room and board on campus.

It also pays for things like my cell phone, books, transportation, and clothes

Young Min: You don't have much money for run, do you?

Lisa: That's true! I stick to my budget carefully so I don't have to borrow.

I don't like to owe people money. I hardly ever go to the movies

My roommate and I usually rent videos, and split the cost, so it's cheaper.

Young Min: How else do you save money?

Lisa: I don't go to restaurants. I make meals with my roommates

so it's cheaper to eat. I try to walk or ride my bicycle to college.

Oh, and I buy a lot of my clothes at second-hand stores.

You can find some very cheap, decent clothees in thoes stores.

Peace will never tame the hatrid of me
I'm too restricted, separated from your society..
I'm a new breed of species, a curse to lift that speak my name
I'm different twisted, my mind is not the same

For those who deny the truth, will seek to try and find it
you my friend are blinds of the truth for you are simple minded

My ways are called abnormal, they treath me as if forsaken
But all should feel the wrath just like when my heart was taken

And if these words fail to reach their ears and for limit their view
you won't know but when I stryke you'll wish that you've of knew...

This beast is on the loose, if you treasure life then destroy it
for it is too realistic for you to simply ignore it

I've given a fair warning now I've been well because I've cut it loose
a new terror walks the earth and now it's all up to you

If all hope shall fail then you should sit and ponder
your faith has been decided by one dangerous monstah...

Peace will never tame the hatrid of me
I'm too restricted, separated from your society..
I'm a new breed of species, a curse to lift that speak my name
I'm different twisted, my mind is not the same

For those who deny the truth, will seek to try and find it
you my friend are blinds of the truth for you are simple minded

My ways are called abnormal, they treath me as if forsaken
But all should feel the wrath just like when my heart was taken

And if these words fail to reach their ears and for limit their view
you won't know but when I stryke you'll wish that you've of knew...

This beast is on the loose, if you treasure life then destroy it
for it is too realistic for you to simply ignore it

I've given a fair warning now I've been well because I've cut it loose
a new terror walks the earth and now it's all up to you

If all hope shall fail then you should sit and ponder
your faith has been decided by one dangerous monstah...