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KILLER MIKE lyrics - Monster


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Pussy nigga whatcha doin! Hook All day I dream about, all day I dream about sex It's the way you move your sexy groove That's got my mind all over you All day I dream about, all day I dream about Your sex feels so savoifare I'm tired of jercking off cause your not there Big Boi 65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream Oozing down the street like toothpaste Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms), Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho' My brain is on one track Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack Or like a rock star does for smack. None of that but the female genitalia's where its at I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it Hook Killer Mike Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over All men young and old in the end its what we're after Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra. (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me. Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds. I promise I gotcha back tomorrow) Hook Killer Mike When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S. A 'D' and a 'A' missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus) We don't need no DNA mixing between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv! From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms! Big Boi Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!) Hook 'Monster' Verse One I'm an ungodly figure When in the company of hard liquor Texas niggaz turned me on to water I smoked the river Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters Murder fanatic, killer fantastic Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static What I deliver to your address is dead tragic Your mother scream in that limousine Followed by some slow traffic Here's the reason for my murder tactics I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker! I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper! I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher! I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor! I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you! Hook I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster! (Repeat) Verse Two I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men! Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin! I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again Earn her trust again, then I lust again When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again! I motivate your hate and embody your sin I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans I spit for Disciples and El Rukns This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage For my lost generation in these last days The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!


TRICK DADDY "Based On A True Story"
I feel like I'm too hard to die man, I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me. I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit, you know what I'm saying? Blaaah! Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life I'm busting shots with this glock, nigga act right You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head The last bitch got 4 shots to the head I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat. There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!) Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x) Buddy Roe Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest nevertheless I'm leaving a mess Nigga, fuck your chest Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga Pop my trunk check out my funk Nothing but pumps, Leave that ass smelling like raw conch You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted Metro wants to know who did it Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA Kill-a-head and the body dead (4x) The graveyeard is my home Tombstones and bones Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be And who's next on my everyday headless spree My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope I got my masters in disaster I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied Took over down there made the devil cry I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x Buddy Roe I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs Time served only out a few months, associated with birds They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves Peep, milli 14 on the front seat You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it So 'fuck I care about your shawty? Nigga you been naughty You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask My cuban friend want his ends Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it Rapid-fire from my automatic You left me stuck so now you out of luck 'Cause you done fucked my credit up (Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x

When I Step Threw The Door

[Verse 1:] Catch me in a H3 same place the grapes be same place they laced me in a cold war boy cant excape to safety the first time I squeezed a trigga cause a nigga made me second time I was out my mind man gotta prove I'm [?] set outside on the grind even though its rainin think about back in the day to the AM niggas wanna be me sprayin niggaz like grafitti niggas send they guanas on the move cause they scared to meet me the game ain't fair yeah I used to let it cheat me but never beat me remember willy mack and young zeeky? [?] James and [?] dog yeah they still wit me That's why I roll with Fed Ex and Hosalazzi flights all over the world I pay for everybody been havin Ks in the house since I stayed with mommy kicked out the house found a kick in the couch starin at the world through my rearview thinkin bout what I've been through [Jacka: Talking] yeah you know, just a lot of shit man..lotta clappin nigga (murda niggaz) [Chorus:] When I step through the door hoes blow me kisses even though a nigga cold off the surp and the prup nigga barely holdin on go to war without a army I make it on my own bare face, head bussa even though I'm well known black nigga with a black trigga creepin through your home boy. [Verse 2:] I was a kid the first time my shit was felt people don't feel u nigga so don't kid yourself I'm off top with this shit like a [?] Ay bitch set me up, I'm late as shit on the real only treal niggaz play this shit I'm ill at raps like I made the shit every day I wonder where the fuckin [?] went I'm purped out had enough of the same shit windows up tacked out on the main strip don't trip on the jacka you'll be mad at yourself I call the strap a ham sandwich cause it's bad for your health you iced out but foreal under heat you'll melt [Chorus] [Verse 3:] The world is mine like scarface picture got the 40 stock nigga leave a large space in ya I'm in space off the killa 26 inch whella Amir and Young Jay I was fenced up with 'em locked down for a year spread nothin but millions trade war stories leavin lead stuck in niggaz 30 rounds out he window like fuck you nigga u gettin robbed cause you know you put your trust in bitches[?] I'm a prob fixin to get in the extortion business learn from it I'm a animal that eats with a full stomach doin a 100 can't take it back after I done it that's the gangsta shit all my niggas come with (feel me) rich over night but I'm still me [Chorus]


Heaven 17 "Pleasure One"
You've got to face the fact That in the world today They try and take away the blue skies And all the children that play But it's a curious fact In every hour in every place That when the right time arrives It feels so good to be alive Somebody Can't you see I'm a boy out of fashion Somebody I'm not part of any nation Now I'm back in circulation When the right time arrives will you be there Tomorrow or a hundred years from now I've wasted years just keepin' movin' on It never entered my head it was here all along Don't ask me why just lead me on Somebody Talk to me I can hear what you're saying Somebody Tired of the city air If I gave you the future would you meet me there I used to stumble and fall I'd run to everyone that called Since you appeared it's been a lot of fun Between you and me, between the truth and a lie You have a husband and I have a wife And when you ask me why with your kissing eyes How could we be so wrong, oh my oh my oh my You'll always be there the same as any other You like a sister and me like a brother Like all the times I used to dream Somebody Smile at me Let me know that you're near me Somebody I can see that you're near me It's the only sound on the city street If I sing you my song will you move your feet Somebody Every moment you're nearer I'm broken down and in a mess Your love is all that I confess Somebody Now I know that you're near me I don't mean to shock, I don't mean to scare But the world won't change and I don't care I used to dream One day somebody near me I can't believe you're making me A rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief There's a strange new rhythm in my life It burns like the sun and cuts like a knife Everybody chic or shoddy Turn it loose and use your body

Gangsta Shit

50 CENT "Beg For Mercy"
[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? [Chorus x2] They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that [50 Cent] I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit I'm marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM! [Chorus] [Young Buck] You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by your lonely' So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don't understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! [Chorus]

Shit Don't Stop

2PAC "Thug Life"
[2pac] Shit don't stop [2x] Game rules often slang to the right fools Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey-G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop [chorus] Shit don't stop... [Y.N.V] Now my guess is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get whipped [1x] [Macadoshis] See the shit don't stop My 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc [Rated R] Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me [Macadoshis] Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With this hollow-point slugs With ya under the rug [Rated R] That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit In thug life niggas be the craziest [Macadoshis] So when you think about fuckin' this You better wear a vest But it really don't matter We ain't aimin' at your chest [Rated R] Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote [Macadoshis] You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain [Rated R] Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show In the casket Git'n they ass kicked And blasted It don't stop [chorus 1x] [Mopreme] All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes It's like each and every one they got the look of death I got my 9 nigga Don't be silly You better watch your step [Syke] And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks I wish you would! [Mopreme] Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust Instead of kickin' dust Gets a press y'all from nuts Cause ain't no herbs here And ain't no morgues Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks [Syke] But in every state Niggas perpetrate and test Where I come from fools die for less And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop It's on 'till I die And the shit don't stop [chorus 2x]

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