Letras:
The Coup Ass Breath Killers

ass-breath killers You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath The makers of Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers

Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass

nails Try to fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left

I got, you got ta go Somebody's got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die Nobody got ta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid Verse

But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man [Bounty Killer

and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath

thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills

or an early grave What the fuck? I got to have Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe But I bet you

trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral