Letras:
Boy Kill Boy No Conversation

it's over now. There's no conversation, there's no conversation. Please don't turn home now, tell me there's a way somehow. With no conversation, without conversation

kill that man? I shouldve never let my anger give Now my state of awareness keeps me wishing I was thinkin Should have reason I didn't really mean to stop the boy

bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill

week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition, Kill

: [intro: conversation between 1 and 2 + a Nurse] [1] Ay but, what you doin up here anyway nigga? [2] Man I came up to get some rubbers man, what you

Steal You Shittin Me, We Stand On Corners And Cus, We Hell To Much, We Killa Wit Guts Automatic No Clutch, Proper Boy Thats Me Click, I Dont Care Who

I've been answering machines all night And are the doctors dancing in While the ambulances sing Another boy without a sharper knife The moment, that's where I Kill the conversation

Martini or Goose, now Tell me what's up, what's up The conversation my eyes Is havin' wit your thighs Gone get me outta line They better shut up, shut up You're movin' them hips Killing

false move and ill be back in the yard,(This is for my thugs) If i had a choice i wouldn't do it again Ill unload the clip and conversate with my friend