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benzino - g-unit killa'z lyrics

[chorus: benzino & black child]
k!llaz
g+unit k!llaz
(untouchables, ya heard!)
g+unit k!llaz
g+unit k!llaz
man rest in peace, to that snitch 50 cent

[verse 1: black child]
yo, i don’t give a f+ck how many records you sold
or how many industry n+ggas you know
or how many people you pay not to play this sh+t
i ain’t scared to say this sh+t
all i hear is ak this and ak that
who you gonna k!ll what boy? you ain’t k!lling black
n+ggas get away with k!lling n+ggas all the time
when [?] white line, crackers will fight crime
(f+ck that) n+gga you’ll see me with gloves
when i duct tape and wrap you up
we could shoot five, or 1.5
at point blank range, so one of us dies

[verse 2: benzino]
remember when you [lyrics obstructed by chorus] murder me
torring bulletproof cars with security
talking how you gonna ride and tryna murder me
n+gga please i’m the reason why you breathing in the first place
send the wolves bring the heaters to your birth place
tight white pants wearing little h0m+!
shot in the face, violaters screaming “promo”!
and you can never be jimmy’s favorite son, see
him and tarzan caked out, you just a monkey
bottom line, guns up when i’m running up (n+gga)
i got k!llaz up in ny, boston, cali, houston, miami, k!llaz!
[verse 3: 0+1]
0+1 lays it down in the booth
i lay 50 down on the ground when i shoot 16 shots for loose
i’m like pac in juice, pop n+ggas up for juice
k!ll that white boy and this white b+tch like o+juice
y’all n+ggas is really stupid, n+ggas is studio gangsters
they really don’t do sh+t, but me and my n+ggas pop off and empty out clips
8 in his body and 1 in his lip, this n+gga deserve to get hit
n+gga we’re bash+boulding bullets as soon as i pull the trigger
it’s a wrap, he’s dead in the bas+m+nt, without tigger
and imp? the wife kim+looking and aight, imma get him
cuz one go blast she’ll be running back to a n+gga

[verse 4: young lo]
imma see to it that we eat, it’s mandatory
so when these pistols go cl!ck that’s the end of story
you done already tasted blood, yeah, and got the icepicks to you then blaze your gun
so tell me how that make you thug, cuz you got your little guns and your vests
loud p+ssies you wear thongs and tight dresses
hit my drift, so if you dying to meet god we will give you a lift
wrap you up real tight like some christmas gifts and drop you off in the hood like a hustla’s brick
so come on 50 use your brain, you’ve been to icu once you tryna see it again? (f+ggot)

[chorus: benzino & jody mack]
g+unit k!llaz
g+unit k!llaz
g+unit k!llaz
zino let me holla at him, let me holla, i’m one from his hood n+gga
g+unit k!llaz
my side to your side
[verse 5: jody mack]
i got these n+ggas coughing up blood
tryna get it on with the thug, who that? chris black!
i don’t give a f+ck bout who you is, or if your unit handling business
(lyrics still unfinished but much more progress)

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