Killer Mike Feat. Akshon lyrics

Let's do this shit<br />
Killer keeps it honest<br />
'Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach<br />
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell<br />
(Boo)<br />
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale<br />
<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />
K I L L<br />
This is the name that came to alter the game<br />
Not like these rappers who spit it the same<br />
Separate lames from they chain<br />
<br />
My mind don't slack<br />
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks<br />
Monstrous music to beat in your 'Lac<br />
1000 watt amp with woofers in back<br />
<br />
Lean to the left if you burning a sac<br />
Baby got back and it's in Baby Phat<br />
Pardon me dog for chasing the cat<br />
I'm hittin' all kittens meowing like that<br />
<br />
I like the front but I'm loving the back<br />
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch<br />
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane<br />
Mama's a scholar, she blowing my brain<br />
<br />
Ain't this the life? Snapping and trappin'<br />
And rappin', and frappin' all night<br />
'Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe<br />
Ill wit a pill she handle it right<br />
<br />
Like Iver son, smallest thing on the team<br />
But the livest one<br />
Cocked loaded bust like a gun<br />
Y'all better run, one, one<br />
<br />
Thump, thump, thump, thump<br />
(Yeah)<br />
All in your trunk<br />
(Yeah)<br />
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine<br />
Swerving and token and grippin' on pine<br />
(Yeah)<br />
<br />
Bump, bump, bump, bump<br />
(Yeah)<br />
All in your trunk<br />
(Yeah)<br />
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers<br />
Crawl in your bunk<br />
(Yeah)<br />
<br />
How we gon' stop?<br />
(Whoa)<br />
How we gone quit?<br />

(Shit)<br />
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy<br />
I came through swerving like this<br />
<br />
I'm good wit the game, gutter fo' show<br />
Ducking you lames and obstacles<br />
Don't get that ass in a hospital<br />
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe<br />
<br />
This boy he real<br />
Racing those candy Seville's through Dixie Hills<br />
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels<br />
First round pick like Michael Vick<br />
<br />
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks<br />
Santana Moss when catching the ball<br />
Get it like Moss she catches the ball<br />
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall<br />
<br />
And I'm equipped with nitrous y'all<br />
Ready to rip, burn, roar<br />
Ready to tear through your city an' tour<br />
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit<br />
<br />
Caught the beat running<br />
And dipped with that bitch<br />
Later for now I'm hustling hits<br />
Flipping my words like bricks, trick<br />
<br />
(Yeah)<br />
Thump, thump, thump, thump<br />
(Yeah)<br />
All in your trunk<br />
(Yeah)<br />
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine<br />
Swerving and token and grippin' on pine<br />
(Yeah)<br />
<br />
Bump, bump, bump, bump<br />
(Yeah)<br />
All in your trunk<br />
(Yeah)<br />
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers<br />
Crawl in your bunk<br />
<br />
New, new that new, new<br />
New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you<br />
That new, new, that new, new<br />
New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you<br />
<br />
That new, new, that new, new<br />
New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you<br />
That new, new, that new, new<br />
New, new for you, you, new, new for you, you