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dj sound - killa on a killing spree lyrics

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 1: dirty red]
real n_gga, trill n_gga, ready to rob, steal, k!ll, if the price is right, then i get ’em with my lead pipe
drop it off, ho, as i buck, buck, buck you, ’cause you’s a sucker, motherf_cker
dirty red’s in the hizzouse, sizzouth memphis takin’ over
rizzoll in the hooptieville, scopin’ as i make my k!ll
takin’ out you f_ckboys, intentions are to k!ll and destroy
rat_tat_tat_tat, with my gat, got your face bad
scopin’ like a sniper as i rollin’ in the hooptieville
all about a f_ckin’ meal, why you think i rob and stеal?
k!ller on a k!llin’ spree, n_ggas bet’ not f_ck with me
dirty r_e f_ckin’ d, i’m scopin’ and droppin’ bustеrs, see
scopin’ like a sniper, for you busters with that cash flow
takin’ out a n_gga everytime my peel hit the floor
scopin’ with my infrared, red dot on the head of the n_gga that’s ’bout to die, then my money multiply
hitman, count bread, understand i had the plan, blow ’em down, buck ’em down, dead bodies all around
money stackin’, smokin’ sacks and sellin’ rocks on the track
cowards catch up with your kind, ’cause you get’s none of mine

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 2: dirty red]
i was born in the ghetto, with my strizzap on my sizzide, rizzide outta cl!ck, so another n_gga dizzied, bye bye, motherf_cker, i hate to make you suffer
but like i said, the tougher, the rougher, i’m makin’ n_ggas buck up
’cause i don’t bar none, i think i’m insane
or is it the trouble that i had in the dopegame?
fast lane life, livin another day, another k!llin’
blood spillin’ on the pr_cks, ’cause this sh_t has gotten thick
i done cl!ck, insane, though some call it crazy
you f_cked around, you’ll be pushin’ up daysies
slap some necks, fade upon bein’ broken
you gaggin’ and spittin’ up blood ’cause you chokin’
insane, psychotic, i done turned to a lunatic
you didn’t know i was the wrong n_gga to f_ck with
kickin’ up much sh_t, splittin’ plenty punk wigs, fill ’em up full of lead, scopin’ with my infrared

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 3: dirty red]
last death mission in my mind, so you know it’s on
pr_cks shootin’, body bags, boy, avoid the danger zone
droppin’ bodies off like i work for ups
when i’m on my k!llin’ spree, b_tch, you better wear your vest
police better duck and dodge, ’cause i’m comin’ like a mob
a psychopathic k!ller on the streets, and i’m still livin’ large
leavin’ you dead, without havin’ no regards, ’cause i’m the type of k!ller, that was born with a cold heart
k!ller on the lose, i cook your ass like a goose
with a blast from my gauge, i put your ass on the frontpage
your family and everybody’ll be f_cked up, when they see your brains and sh_t gettin’ flatwood scr_ped up
’cause i ain’t the n_gga to f_ck with, b_tch
they find you dead in the back, nothin’ but kibbles and bits
(bits, bits, bits, bits, bits)
[chorus: dirty red]

- dj sound lyrics

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