Killin' Em

Attention please, cause it's whoop-ass season!



[Hook]

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby

You killin' em baby, you know that baby



[Busta Rhymes]

It's getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up

You Fettuccine Alfredo n*ggas is gas

I respect your outfit, but I'm afraid your ass is trash

Funny but I always seem to have the last laugh

And bag a b*tch with the potato bag ass

Yesterday I was quiet and made the ass glad

Today I dropped another heater and it made the ass mad

F*ckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash

Then do the sh*t that make the b*tches act bad

See this moment is addictive motherf*cker

How I kill sh*t, they say, "He a vindictive motherf*cker"

I see the way niggers be hating when I get in the spot

They b*tches be hallucinating when I spit

Ain't no replacement when I quit so sick

Got them singing I'm amazing when I sh*t

When they come and see the movie and they sit

They would come to witness it, I was the greatest in the flick



This movie has been brought to you by The Conglomerate

Uncle L, talk to 'em!



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[LL Cool J]

Ladies love me, I'm on my Breezy

Encore, L, future of the funk

Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump?

Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch

I guess they don't know we playing ourselves, trump

Our nose in the air looking all stopped up

This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut

You wanna impress me? Start manning up

Say something that sound like you piss standing up

You're lucky I made it out, the hood's bad enough

Get you for your Gucci, leave your face tatted up

Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt

More green behind me, the fake gold fronts

I ain't drop a verse in like 36 months

All I see BS, y'all need to quick stunt

Damn, right, it's like you Midas when you touch

Your career's like a hymen: once it's gone, you're f*cked



[Hook]



[Busta Rhymes]

Now you know it's impossible to stop me now, right?

You see I'm back to yoke up the game in a chokehold

Put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole

You gonna bounce to the next groove: I'm back b*tch

Better get to rethinking your best move

Money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go

Where passports and visas and b*tches waiting in Monaco

As I return to handle my biz

You know exactly what it is



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