Letra de ’97 3-6 FREESTYLE - Killer Mike

Killer Michael

Killer

Killer (DJ Paul)

Killer

Killer

(TWhy, you did it, you heard?)

Big Daddy Michael, tall like an Eiffel

One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle

I stand up in court and lie, one hand on the Bible

'Cause I don't rat on co-des or my motherfuckin' rivals

It's Michael

Mashin' gas, I'm blowin' gas, yeah, that pressure

Gasoline dream, only I don't fuck with Tesla

My granddaddy couldn't read, but he was wise as a professor

Told me, "Baby, you can never own what you can never measure

That pussy, you can't own it 'cause somebody else'll stretch her

So be about yourself and your money," I said, "Yes, sir"

Ayy, Mr. Willie Wisdom helped his grandson make a milli'

And now I got a village, but that ain't nobody business

I let these dumbies keep thinkin' I'm rappin' and I'm trappin'

These stupid niggas ask of me, "Ayy, Michael, ayy, what happened?"

These stupid niggas think that I fell off and life is hardest

Just made a hundred K openin' for Rage up at the Garden

Ayy, bitch, I ain't the Knicks, ho, I'm never losin'

And, bitch, I ain't a pimp, but your bitch is steady choosin'

Choosy Susie got me bustin' on her booty like an Uzi

My missus right there tellin' this young bitch how she should do me

Chew me, chew me 'til you hear me goin', "Ah," then go gooey

Later on, we blow reefer like our name is Bob and Rita

Better yetter, we are somethin' like a Martin and Coretta

And if one of us die, just know they bury us together (Yeah)

Leanin' in my Demon, doin' donuts, Krispy Kremin'

And you pussy niggas hatin' still ridin' a player penis

I'm the cleanest, I'm the meanest that your ass has ever seen-est

You should hail this young genius as if he's another Jesus

Man, I am a leader that is hated by elitists

And my life ain't been the sweetest, ain't no bowl of Reese's Pieces

And thank God for that 'cause too much sugar give you diabetes

Lately, I been walkin' through the backcountry of Georgia

Prayin', meditatin', tryna keep my mind in order

'Cause I was this here close to havin' pussy niggas slaughtered

To my lawyer and my plumber, yeah, I'm forever grateful

'Cause I don't clean up my own shit 'cause that's what they get paid for

Pussy nigga, get your ass up, fuck some pussy, get some paper

And after you get paper, be like Nip' and help your neighbor

And then you help another nigga double up his figures

And then you niggas ain't got to cry like you niggas victims

Yeah, it's Big Daddy Michael, tall like an Eiffel

One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle

I stand up in court and lie, one hand on the Bible

'Cause I don't rat on co-des or my motherfuckin' rivals

It's Michael

Killer

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