Letras:
Killers The Not True

, not forgotten. Rewond and recorded over. Gone so no one will see, gone so I can never be. THE SAME! Waters all over these pages. It's not true, there

paper, hard to keep my faith up It's time for me to raise up and do this sucker shake up True T-H-U-G's and we come to kill you, kill you, kill you

is exactly what the fuck that Im talking about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin And spit true

Some say love is not for sinners I believe that isn't true 'Cause when I was finished sinning Love came down and showed me you And you told me how to

' fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy, go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again To be or not to be

show 'em how black play, roll the dice Fuckin' with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the Benjamins, true

t try to tell 'em And I ain't try to sell 'em It's YSL teddy I ain't gotta spell it And yes, I killa kill 'em I guess I am the villain I park on the curb

a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me

feet first So I blast the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill the other times buck wild But the science is always there I'd be a true sucker if I acted