Chief Vez - Smooth Criminals

Kilt it's dead, kilt it it's dead

Get after the chedd, keep one in the head
Be on that grown man, I said what I said
This game raw but I know how to play it
Cop, cook it & weigh it, containing a stainless
Cool as Mcgrady but my ninjas be manie
They put oppers to bed, they kilt it it's dead
Take chances that's fed to get to the bread
Mobbin' four deep old school sedan deville
Strapped down it's a horror Amityville
Cocaine cowboy this got a yo Samdy feel
Shoot with no hesie like Carmelo Anthony will
Heart on chill got crossed it what it is
They did what they did won't happen again
You can put a stamp on that, ya last breath on that
Get fired from ya job today and put ya last check on that
It's fasho money like it was hoe money
This that nose candy flow that'll leave ya nose runny
Say you a killer please bruh, no we don't believe ya
When them hyenas slid through all you did was freeze up
They kilt you ya dead plus you and ya mans
KC is the land, my city ain't playing
You call it a g station, we call it the murder show
Where they be serving O's pushing and a let them burners blow
I got a knock to catch too once this verse is through
Check a d-spot or two check might check a purse or two
Hustle in my bloodline the guy just built differently
On another frequency mob but not from Sicily
Watch out for the reptile, close eye on the centipede
I got'em ill West Nile no need for quarantine
A real one standing here a lifetime warranty
Got something against me Brodee, state ya claim openly
Pillow talking make you look like a hoe to me
Dammit this here is potent as some coca leaves
They off that water round here ain't talking Coco Keys
And they a wake that ass up like some coffee beans
This beat a dead b.i. stung up like a bee hive
This ain't Call of Duty homie won't be a revives

Written by:
Charvez Johnson

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