Y'all Ain't No Killaz - Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Gangsta Blac, Lord Infamous

Y’all niggas ain’t no killas

Y’all niggas some hoes

So check you haters one by one

Deep is how we fuckin' come

Rat-tat-tat-tat

B-izz-ag full of teflons

Peepin' through my mask

I’m leavin' my eyebrows down

It ain’t no love in my facial expressions

Murder frowns when it touch

The nigga that’s feelin' that pain

We takin' that gravy

Big Kill creepin' with the Mac-90s

Shoot fourty double clip eighty

You better be cautious

Or play yo cards right

Cause when I be cappin'

I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven

Too many hoes like to floss

Too many niggas like to cross

Tryna come up with no dues

But you swear you takin' the loss

I don’t fuck with ya kind

I’m claimin' the O to the G

And if you niggas looking for me

I’m strapped for poppin' up on yo damn street

Now don’t start duckin'

When my heat release this bullet destruction

Lyin' and cryin' won’t help you bitch

Skinny Pimp me still bustin'

Look at you now

You piece of shit dead where you can’t swim

«Fuck you!»

is my last words

Where killaz claimin' they end

Y’all niggas ain’t no killas

Y’all niggas some hoes

What you gotta s-izz-ay?

Come and pl-izz-ay with the gangsta nigga

Bet yo bottom dollar

Make you holler for this memphis nigga

Left to right, long down tight

Height from some hustable

Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable

Fallin' through the club, watch me jook

Hit the fuckin' door

All I feel is anna plus them thugs

Game to whoop a hoe

Strapped like (?) Jesse James

Take it to the western days

Niggas better let they fuckin' (?)

For they get a rape

Claim to be a killer trick

Say you first to shoot some shit

Skinny go kill that anna for

Tony Montana, mane let’s go kill a bitch

Jumpin' through the lexus

See what’s next as flex this fuckin' trick

Slam down suburban to the curb and

All I see is shit

Slammin' OZ with Little G

Pimpin' ass (?)

Mess you up like (?) and kick circle

Gangsta shoot for straight

Never claim the killa role

But I pack that .380

Nervous for my life, I kill you twice

You ain’t no killa hoe, nigga!

Y’all niggas ain’t no killas

Y’all niggas some hoes

Elimination that makes me clips

Beat the ultimate the twitchy gaze

Split kick breakin' 'em down

Microscopic of Triple Six

Horror side time, terrify

Bunches are rotten up underground

To keep the soil fertilized

Go to sleep, close your eyes, die, might

Bout to cry, Infamous is not too kind

So therefore I won’t let you slide during the bloody rite

Oh my, me sharpened up my knives

Chop you into bits, drop you into them pits

To be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic bitch

And you’ll feel the pain that no one can imagine

Chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon

I am Lord Infamous, death is my method

The evil sea universally ratchet

Those of mortal flesh have been possessed

With all my corpse

With my name carved deep in they chest

Nevertheless eternally rest, bloody mess

The devil nigga know it make you quiver

You failed to squeeze the trigger

I think you ain’t no killa nigga

Y’all niggas ain’t no killas

Y’all niggas some hoes

This is for you backstabbin bitches that be callin' me straight

You got a bank and a nigga like me ain’t ate shit all day

But you’s a jealous-hearted nigga that wanna see a playa fall

Now have you ever robbed, shot and killed somebody?

Nigga, hell no!

You need to think, have you ever said some about a:

Murderer, pimp, playa that’s causin' so much drama

When I blast, callin' yoself a killa

Fake cap peeler, hide that bitch

Jab turkey Skinny Pimp smokin' and strokin' that

What about a campfire trick

Murderer bumpin' these bitches down

Cherry stabbin', we creep on clowns

Layin' they ass down

Found drowned by a lake in Funky Town

Never leave yo niggas back

A ditch that Memphis bitch we thick

Gimisum Family causin' the tragedy

Dozens of playas that (?) shit

It ain’t no squashin' in my heart

Motherfucker show some courage

Or get yo ass shot up like busta

With a violent (?) from my nina roster ruger

Counterfeitin' high power cowards

Yall ain’t no killa