[Intro]
Ok
Lay it back
Check it out, boy
Bitch ass nigga
Yeah
I know one thang, nigga
Nigga, how the fuck you gon kill the Mac, nigga?
Mothafucka, I ain't playin right now
Check it out, nigga
You gotta pay for that
And I don't want no mothafuckin money, nigga
You know what I want, boy
Ain't no remorse
[Verse 1]
As I roll down the window of my 6 Series, I leave the women weary
They teary eyed and they wishing they could take a ride
With the guy and tryna smoke up on that light green
I hit the scene without the lights, you see the rims gleam
I got green
The mob is the team, we mob on the scene
And this team was a dream that probably came alive when
Struggle and striving, committing homicides
And sometimes I cry when I think about the Mac
And death to that fat cat!
Him and his boy blaze a sack, and let the gun blap
I'm bringing the noise until they show me
I'ma show they state...we couldn't wait to have his head up on that platinum plate
You feel me?
I'm a thug until these niggas kill me
And on the really, he acting monkey, let the banana peel him
The Hannibal drill him, and death can be the only option
Let's keep it gutta, ain't no need for niggas to run to the cops'n
[Interlude]
I'm here with my girl, you gotta leave me somethin?
How about your legs?
My legs, oh, arms are good?
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's, that's good
Good days
[Verse 2]
I'll hit you with my Ruger, and my shells, they fall
I'm on your block, counting new mail, supplies and them all
I can't stop, won't stop...until they dead
One face flat, the other with his brains in his hands
And damn, I love Kansas City, they show me stake
And I know that Kansas City loves us
They love the bay and...They love our slang and...they love our game and
They love the way we ride them old schools, we be swangin
I'm killing ya, the fat nigga's body, I'll be mailin him
And I don't play, I got his head for sale on ebay
For the right price, it's not enough to bring the Mac's life...back to life
I'll send a kite, nigga, your life is iced
[Interlude]
You ain't have to do that to that guy
He, he's a square, he didn't know who he was fucking with
Death 2 That was written by AP. 9.
AP. 9 released Death 2 That on Tue Feb 21 2006.