fresh kills remain. all you people who aren't yet empty,,all you people who aren't yet slain. shine your light on the ground where fresh kills remain
you bad You really think you bad [Cee-Lo] Well I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad And I know I'm bad [Female Voice] Gotdammit you think you bad You really think you bad
-5-5 auto-focus clear vision Precision mics for people of all types, call the cavalry. My brutality! Switch the pitch gradually. Aqua! Turntable knocka fresh
t play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll I'm not a nice boy! Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean Wanted so bad to be part of the scene
The mother fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad and they don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother fuckers that got money
my face Because you said you don't like my style but that's ok just make sure you don't touch that dial and we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
speak on the dirt I've did guess somebody caught the killer before the police did find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs deadly lyrics to spit makin sure the killas
the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin
bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker I'm a bad muthafucker You think you bad You really think you bad Well, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad
coming in, sounding? like the voice of god do you speak a thundering. The killer of the beat and how im giving you the eating how i kill em in the street
you do, I stop your ass My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash
human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev, Like bad move, got you looking
Your mama like where my son at? Everybody know I done that But the law, don't know where the gun at So they can't touch me, can't question me Can't fuck
, smile on my face Because you said you don't like my style But that's ok but just make sure you don't touch that dial And we'll be cool, touch it and
bass, trout, the fresh water Now it's floatin' like prada in a metro Every large animal stole ours, but fresh crews? I'm comin' off like a bad weave I
this shit Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off Takin' a loss? Not a chance in your life If being fresh
five little Caselys? Or he forgot to mention them. [Roxie Hart] What? [Martin Harrison] Oh, yes. [Roxie Hart] That bastard! Yes, I killed him. I would kill
