Texty:
Find Him And Kill Him Robbed

up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham Took two sandmiches and

to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him

's much more to see Before I get killed 'cause I can't get robbed So before me, success and death menage I gotta get lost, I gotta find V We gotta be

, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground

explain I know you stole from your mothers purse You can't count that, that was way back when! Its still a sin But I was ten! You robbed people, stole Yeah and

they graze, niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K's, I know it's wrong and that revenge is all in your hands, but last night I heard they robbed and killed

fell, Then scrambled I to my poniard retrieve And asked him now, at death?s third door to tell Why cam?st he hence, and bade him not deceive For if he

With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down 'til it came back up and

to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him