no evidence crime scene fingerprintless flow effortless casual like the weekends no pressure with we comfy and decent set this off beasting hunting season and frankly speaking Chorus
try to talk back I'll be usin' my whip Might get hard to hear you with my bit(?) in your mouth If it starts to hurt then you'll have to scream out (Chorus
in the nightclub two tools strapped up, soo woo'n blood Red flag hopin' out a red jag pretty red bitch with a shanell bag [Chorus] C-C-Catch me in the
next to you expects of you everything that comes with a spectacle if everywhere I go I just leave behind residue tell me, trust me, I wona??t think nothing less of you [Chorus
mic hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him [Chorus:] If it's alright with you
I do I don't like nothin' about you, frontin' about you We gon' get money without you [Verse 1] When shake down come through, who you gon' run to? Have my money or we gon hunt
this world, 'cause it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [
Cause boy I'm on the hunt for you [Chorus] Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Cause boy I'm on the hunt for you Where
on the hunt for you [*chorus*] Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? cuz boy im on the hunt for you Where you
sh-shootem in the line mothaf-cka Like hi mothaf-cka, head light from trucka, like dear to a hunter I'm aiming at something! [Chorus]
6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze (?), I could hum and shit cold [Chorus:] [Redman] Yo, yo tear the
you get the drawers, and the bitch wanna eat Make sure you let 'em know to sign the pussy receipt, and [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Greedy bitches, greedy
in our sights now But somehow still we struggle along Looking for solutions in a threatening sky But we never get an answer Just a chorus of voices wondering
, I'm all about the Pumpa Now this goes up to all the workers, all the farmers, All the builders and the carpenters, working hard for someone Yeah CHORUS
seconds out the game its time to wage war scissors, grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic lyricists are driving on the hunt
that'll stab a yout', act bad an' catch a slap or two. We don't applaud success, all we clap are tools. London aint cool to cruise through where the hunters
call me the weed hunter But no one does it better like we do in Cali Just ask one of my patients cause they always tell me that the... [Chorus] K.U.
