Fuckin With Some Killaz

[Intro: Henry Hill]
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules
But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked
I mean, hits just became a habit

[Chorus: ?]
She fuckin' with some killers
You fuckin' with some murderers
You fuckin' with some killers

[Verse 1: Z-Dogg]
A nigga once has sinned, then a killer won't be shit
But now I'm [?], while he still tryna [?] on the track
I'm in the studio, he hustlin', no real rest
I can sleep with both my eyes closed, he still gotta watch his back
I'm classified as brown, but these hoes call me as "Mister"
Now tell me who's the player in this motherfuckin' picture
It really wasn't no ana, till I found out from my folk
This nigga was in love, with my favourite groupie hoe
That is his first mistake by tryin' to interfere with my gravy
And all of a hustle, he defined that's Westhaven
The hatin' and violatin' creep that get you busters sprayed
Nine-Millimeter bust, now you dust in your grave

[Chorus: ?]
Killer, murderer
Killer, murderer

[Interlude: Henry Hill]
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules

[Verse 2: AK]
I'm countin' demons, can you handle this?
Nigga, nigga and then kill her
They lookin' for some dope up, I'ma boast them in the river
River, your body shiver, like ice cubes
These niggas ain't get hard, we [?] 'em Glocks, I beep your cool
And soon, as I get close, with the amoast
Respect, I gotta grip the TEC, then let it go
No more, will I be franked, up in this game
A buster motherfucker self destructed in my reigns
My name, is on the news, got nothin' to lose
They beepin' through my windows, catch your widow through your cooler
They hot, I hit the spot, and shake the crap
I'm lookin' in both directions while I'm checkin' out my trap
Perhaps, your neck got snapped, if you come wrong
It's right, to take your life, so bring it on
The song, is where I'm at, you wanna test
The nuts, and get buck, and be upset
You wet, you put to rest, no suffers in it
A killer's up in my clique, but better get
This stress, this got me lit, and count up in
The south, in Tennesse, I represent
And stand, where I will be, your life's a don't
You're stuck, Lil-[?] don't give a fuck, I'm yawnin' chrome
Yalk, it makes you walk, don't talk this shit
Bring it on, to the triple [?], in '96

[Chorus: ? & Henry Hill]
She fuckin' with some killers
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line
You fuckin' with some murderers
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line
You fuckin' with some killers
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line
You fuckin' with some killers

[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
I'm in a world with no heart, got the [?] on my side
Livin' laws like Columbians, so Troopaz got my [?]
As I ride through the south, in my hood in the north
Call my nigga Skinny Pimp, [?] to meet me at the port
Bring the keys, got the cheese, mane so everything just straight
Flyin' first class on your ass, now the killer droppin' off weight
Kingpins got me damned, to the [?] around the world
A romance and [?], when I beat you 'round [?]
And the world ain't gon' change, [?] in this shit
Gimisum flyin' birds, young niggas boomin' bitch
Picture this, pick so [?], count up quick, I clip my dick
Now [?], it's the motherfuckin' [?]
Money laundery niggas, [?] now they knockin' at my door
Livin' in a M-town, of this [?], [?]

[Outro: Henry Hill]
Murder was the only way everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules
But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked
I mean, hits just became a habit