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Killer Mike Other

shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip [Killer Mike] Stoned

or the pride I keep it on my hips they call me onsly Go and let a few fly That made a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them

the claps is hunting. Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something. Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something. [Chorus: Killer Mike

[Killer Mike] [Screwed] PURPLE LABEL So niggaz want to know the story Why the label got changed from Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty? Where Dre at

now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike

to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill

seas of hatred and sin or all us people forget what we've been our only hope's your victory kill that satan who won't let us be--kill! [Chorus:] You'

I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these other

I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other