fresh kills remain. all you people who aren't yet empty,,all you people who aren't yet slain. shine your light on the ground where fresh kills remain
the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin
bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker You think you bad You really think you bad Well, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad
coming in, sounding? like the voice of god do you speak a thundering. The killer of the beat and how im giving you the eating how i kill em in the street
you do, I stop your ass My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash
human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev, Like bad move, got you looking
Your mama like where my son at? Everybody know I done that But the law, don't know where the gun at So they can't touch me, can't question me Can't fuck
, smile on my face Because you said you don't like my style But that's ok but just make sure you don't touch that dial And we'll be cool, touch it and
bass, trout, the fresh water Now it's floatin' like prada in a metro Every large animal stole ours, but fresh crews? I'm comin' off like a bad weave I
this shit Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off Takin' a loss? Not a chance in your life If being fresh
five little Caselys? Or he forgot to mention them. [Roxie Hart] What? [Martin Harrison] Oh, yes. [Roxie Hart] That bastard! Yes, I killed him. I would kill
I remember nigga Boosie Bad Azz I remember nigga I remember nigga Now I remember everythin' from them cold night on the block I remember the struggle
, knock, knocked On my knees at the mercy of God Straight up back up I keeps it hard You like to watch But can't touch this nigga or catch a charge
mother fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad and they don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother fuckers that got money
your mug Because we really love to make a stand It?s the high capitol make me touch a man I got the scope and not the kind that kills bad breath I got
you at? and what you owe, and what you drive? So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised Mr. black bruce willis Please don't kill
breathe this shit Rough and rugged Kill 'em soft We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off Takin' a loss? Not a chance in your life If being fresh
go on like smoking cigarettes, bad for yo health, got one hell of a mean streak, causing beef on the street, I pray on the week for ever looking for fresh
