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Yeah, I tried to tell you motherfuckers the first time. You cocksuckers don’t want war with us. Stompdown Killaz You only armed to the teeth when a gun in your mouth I’m out front of your house (?) your mom on the couch Make her wonder what the hollerin’ and fussin’ about If you ain’t home then I’ll make your little brother come out My OG got more arms than octopuses I remember when I got that call he caught a bullet He put my finger on the trigger and he taught me how to pull it You’ve been rattin’ on the stand my man, I saw the footage Turn your brains into mom’s spaghetti You might have a little seizure, Hot N’ Ready I don’t mean I drive trucks, but I’m haulin’ semis But I’ma put it in your mouth like (?) Start givin’ you beats like a nice producer Pullin’ out the Mac like a white computer Maneuver your block like I’m drivin’ Uber I’m in the skies all the time cuz I’m the shooter, motherfucker Call me Killer Mike, the way I’m runnin’ they jewels You ain’t whippin’ in the kitchen you a customer (?) I leave ‘em bloody and bruised just for somethin’ to do Put your name on a shirt if you fuck with my crew, yeah Every lyric that I writes with Krylon I’m in everybodys top five like I’m Dylon Left him with one eye, now the guy’s a cyclops SongtexteStraps on deck like the Nike High Tops Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Get shot lookin’ thru the peephole Where I’m from, we ain’t shootin’ any b-roll I’m still here, my movie got a sequel See me doin’ lines off her booty goin’ beastmode Bullets like baseballs, catch ‘em off set when the beat bout to take off Masked up in the circle like a séance Hero in the hood, but I never put a cape on Load the clip, this is meditation All my homies locked up in segregation Even in my bed I got a vest to lay with Take it on the chin thru the investigation Never like a pig, can’t trust a seal (?) fuck the P.O Push by the pound and it reek like B.O Strap on my waist and it sing like Ne-Yo Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Armed & dangerous, armed & dangerous Call me Killer Mike, the way I’m runnin’ they jewels You ain’t whippin’ in the kitchen you a customer (?) I leave ‘em bloody and bruised just for somethin’ to do Put your name on a shirt if you fuck with my crew, yeah Every lyric that I writes with Krylon I’m in everybodys top five like I’m Dylon Left him with one eye, now the guy’s a cyclops Straps on deck like the Nike High Tops Aus Songtexte Mania