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Kill Or Be Killed (Black Knights)

(Get bank on it) Yeah, Killa Bee Gang, nigga (Still runnin) Black Knights, nigga, what what? What What, nigga? West Coast, test what? West Coast, nigga what? Bring it on, nigga Get gone, nigga, what? I don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck, nigga Nigga what what? Nigga what? Nigga, bring it on, nigga Nigga what what? Nigga, bring it I don't give a fuck Bring that shit, nigga Monkey dragging hammers down Indonesian stone steps Walk in America, medicine man fever Snorkle in the rat's nest, hitch hiker junkie Where is the side walk end, knuckles drag Julian Po, Armadillo duffle bag Juice stars and fudge sticks Roller coasters and ferris wheels Two large revolvers, rock fights in alleys Farin' more dough, meet Mr. Constrictus (muhahaha!) Roll up a blunt on my passport Hittin' like a grasscourt, fabricated verbal crash course Last horse that gallop through snowflakes White feathers with red tips Died yesterday obey what the weapons say Pointed at your face, shoot your screamin' briefcase man Dear Niagra, 'Death of a Salesman' Tip-toe on 'Barbwire' Dirty maggot sausage, fat minds of peddlers Newstand editor, Archibald the Lecturer Me, man, Archibald Kray, call 'im Arky Holocaust awfully, sippin' vanilla coffee There's a 'Trap Door' tarantula living behind my right eye heavy as a slug bust, life is a Holocaust Architect medic, crystal bullets that flare though Hangin' back to back in a field with a Skarekrow Later call it elbows, spittin' the same lead A White Humming Bird, how roses came red Drive-in in the swamp. 'Kill or Be Killed' It's me, back in the flesh, packin' a Tec Crackin' in ya vest, tappin' ya chest, half to the neck Struggle with breath, wrestle with death and ass on the set The Knights shine while you faggots reflect Half-step, hold my own, Crisis never regret The scuba jet with knowledge Runnin' traitors, all Devils get demolished in the county of the Lost Angels Niggaz chant the Black Knights like 'The Star-Spangled Banner', ghetto grammar, cut you off the David Banner Blue and roll with banners, slicky than a bleek is as bright When I rest up in 'em, death to criticism It'll get 'em, my niggaz plot patiently waitin' to set it Line for line rhyme for rhyme you'll dull and pathetic Synthetic, artificial, generic, my darts'll split you Vertically, I know you faggots heard of me Heard of me, heard of me, heard of me It's 'Kill or Be Killed' in these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep Low key, gang bang with OG's Bee Gees, YG's, TG's Who want beef? Who want beef? It's the hillside strangler, Sandman the dream keeper Eliminate your team with the streetsweeper Spit a rap doct-erine, ash and graffiti text Come on and get put to rest, who wanna see me next? The street vet from the North-side, pack a black Tec Let my pants hang, use gang bang dialect Sew you in, every mornin' "Wake Up" in front the liquor store Loo dump those karate shoes up and hear 'em roll It's 'Kill or Be Killed', that's why I sleep with my steel Cautious, 'cause niggas out here kill at will In Killa California, where niggas put flames upon ya So put them things up on ya Smoke weed, and bang corners Bang on ya like what set you from? Better have ya gun at close reach 'Rollin'' through Compton, L.A. and Long Beach You might get ya life took, fuckin' head shook These Cali streets is full of killers and crooks Gangstas and cops, semi-automatics and glocks Niggas don't scrap no more, them was the days of my pops Niggas that box, nowaday they twistin' on tops Killer Cal, nah don't think it's ever gon' stop You feel the steady impact of the mighty bomb jack Blew a gold ass hat and five ones of chrome gat I love to gang bang, pants hang ridiculous Kick it with these high heads that's off the hook I don't fuck with hooks, I'm straight from the streets Kid what y'all eat?, prepare for warfare Step and you'll get laid there, dead on the spot RZA signed us fresh off the block Make sure you know my hammer's cocked And at all times still on the grind trying to get mine Ask me how I get paid, my verbal switchblade Ask me who I'm 'Rollin'' with I say the Iron Brigade Follow along, we stop like a comfortable raid Anybody in our way, it's for sure to get slayed Group or solo, solo my poop We only recruit, real soldiers, Iron Brigade soldiers Real niggas, smash buildings, blaze glocks, so fuck feelings Lace up the chucks, get on the average start the real dealing 'Real Shit' make my money flip Compton, Cali Faggot motherfuckers The Gang, nigga The real G's, where you from (Compton) The niggaz bitches, what? Fuckin' wit us Boy (L.A.) The Black Knights West Coast Killa Bee Gang, nigga Wu-Tang nigga, when we bang this, hear? (Linwood, Killa Beez) Nigga Nigga, Watts, all that, nigga Straight up, nigga (Inglewood) Where y'all niggaz from, man? (Malibu) Hey young'n (Hollywood) Out here tryin' to be like the G's, nigga Straight gangstas, man, we gangstas Homeboy, nigga, just gang bang rap It belongs to us, homeboy (Right, right, right) You know I mean? That bullshit you speakin' is on some other shit, boy, and I mean it. 'You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us' (That's exactly what we be sayin')