Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain. The question we ask, do you know what time it is? Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts Times is rollin three up these streets sleepīut when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly Givin them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin fuckin with that Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminatiīecause they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggazīut we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballinĬock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin Til I make it yo my military be prepared for them bustaz Killuminati and we got you, got youĪfter the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's painĮven though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridahīout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body I invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every stepĪnd I ain't even got started with this shit yet Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
DON KILLUMINATI MEANING FULL
Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesusīow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told Let it be prophesized niggaz'll die because ya crew's goonĪround the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
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