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U Aint A Killer Lyrics

U Aint A Killer Lyrics

Year of Release: 2004
Verse 1
    • I never claim to be no killer, just a little skinny nigga
    • But I'm down to get in it and jack the ripper if my life's threatened
    • Sicker than liquor in livers, when the trigger pepper up a silly nigga
    • Leave 'em stiff, no pretty picture
    • I'm no atheist, but Satan's waitin'
    • And I'm one shred of patience from havin' to face him
    • Real recognize real, but these fakers
    • Don't see 'til you makin' duppies like Wes Craven
    • And the haters wanna know if you mean what you spit
    • And they got nothin' to lose, they gon' never be shit
    • But dude don't get me confused with none of these cliques
    • That talk clips then they hit notes soon as they shift
    • I'm more similar to Malcolm, I track a school yard
    • But the road is the road so a tool's never too far
    • I love niggas but I'm no dummy
    • And ain't no one inflictin' that pain on my mummy
Hook
    • What, you ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
    • From London to Leeds, get your frame outlined in chalk
    • Mark you for death, though we pray for a better day
    • But as far as today, y'all niggas gotta pay, what?
    • You ain't a killer, you just talkin' a song
    • You ran to the feds when it's on, pussy, take off your thong
    • Mark you for death, don't talk that where you from shit
    • That don't mean nuttin', unless it help you dodge a clip
Verse 2
  • Niggas talk tough but I don't believe 'em
  • Empty vessels make noise, they always screamin'
  • Cause a scene in the club, like the bitches to see
  • Love the hype, love the noise, blud, I don't believe it
  • These dickheads from school days, walkin' with a screw face
  • Now they got a ting and they caught a little food case
  • All of a sudden everybody tuggin', everybody dark
  • Everybody gums runnin', 'til the guns spark
  • Firms of dudes deep in the dirt like worms
  • But worms'll have you burn like an old school perm
  • It's the most dumb, with most pain, they tote guns with no brain
  • They will shoot you and tell the world just for the name
  • It's war, stay with a soldier medal
  • Keep low in the trenches, or you'll need more than a dentist

In London, niggas'll leave you stiff and dark No reason in particular, shit it's sick-ular Get your wig twisted, this shit ain't twisted it's the laws of physics If a crisp bitch legs' open then a nigga's gonna hit it You keep talkin' that shit, you go missin' Lie too many times it'll sound convincin' but

Hook
  • What, you ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
  • From London to Leeds, get your frame outlined in chalk
  • Mark you for death, though we pray for a better day
  • But as far as today, y'all niggas gotta pay, what?
  • You ain't a killer, you just talkin' a song
  • You ran to the feds when it's on, pussy, take off your thong
  • Mark you for death, don't talk that where you from shit
  • That don't mean nuttin', unless it help you dodge a clip
Verse 3
  • Bredren, fuck the hype, laugh if you wise
  • Cus flames that burn bright, live the shortest life
  • It's why these loose cannons don't make it to 25
  • It's time, the signs right there but niggas is blind
  • So, I stay with the London state of mind
  • Touch mine, and I'm on you like shit to a fly
  • Clip and a guy, me nah bust shit in the sky
  • Think it's lies? When you see me, you are welcome to try
  • No tuff guy, but trust I, nah bluff my,
  • Talk is true, you don't wanna see the proof
  • Brudda yo, I'm double O with mind
  • Anything I do, I move like MI5
  • That's the rhymes, even coming down to the sight
  • My eagle eyes recognize snakes, even disguised
  • Everybody want a plate when you splittin' the pie
  • But you find you on your own when them shells gotta fly
  • Know why?
Hook
  • What, you ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
  • From London to Leeds, get your frame outlined in chalk
  • Mark you for death, though we pray for a better day
  • But as far as today, y'all niggas gotta pay, what?
  • You ain't a killer, you just talkin' a song
  • You ran to the feds when it's on, pussy, take off your thong
  • Mark you for death, don't talk that where you from shit
  • That don't mean nuttin', unless it help you dodge a clip

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