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krayzie bone - perfect execution lyrics

[intro/hook:]
dead dead dead dead
kill kill kill em all
kill (leave em lyircally)
dead dead dead dead
die die die, die, die, die, die

(get em!)

[verse 1:]
when i hit em with the rythem n-gg- chill em to the bone
i kill em with a lyric n them n-gg-s gettin gone
i can never finish a song, cause the compet-tion never hold on that long
flow faster than the minutes go on my phone
he wicked lyrical criminal, i’m on my own
the sickest individual, ya’ll might know i’m
i blow a n-gg-s mouth out, all i show em, is i’m a monster, beast, runnin through like the nephalif
n i’m f-ckin up the best’a them
okay n-gg-, let’s pretend that you a bullet proof vest, n i’m an automatic weapon then
n that chest you call yourself protectin is your t-tle
but when i’m releasing this heat, it’s vital, ya die
goin against me is suicidal
kray psycho like michael
ehh hee
comin back like i just sold a sack on the 99
drive by n i kill em with words, bl–dy, a mess all over the curb
murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, kill em all
hit the n-gg-r in the heart for having a thought, then hit i’m in the brain for thinkin he can hang

[hook:]
perfect execution, last -ss-ssination
murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda
(killa, killa)

[verse 2:]
i told ya’ll i was about to get it crackin, keepin the blaze, can’t fade krayzie jackson
creep with the ak, straight aimed exactly
enter the brain, bang bang stained with platinum
a magnum for hit records, treck a n-gg- like (?)
no floss, so believe that’cha seen whut’cha saw, so raw, make ya broad wanna get naked
cause i spit that fire, dawg, hot heat ta burn ya
had to take a little bitta me ta learn ya
if anybody really got beef than stroll up, n sho’fun they gonn’ get broke n rolled up
get smoked n folded up
i’m kinda like a 4-4 just load me up
(yeah) but when i bust i’m like a ak-47
under the dust is whut the m-th-f-ckas reppin, check em
n ask em how they got there
leathaface let the sawed off pop, yeah, n make sure all the bullsh-t stop there
cause 20 of em verses me still is not fair
just not fair

n always strong to the finish, never seen a n-gg- so i’ll that’s so wicked
none like me before
n-gg- feel like you iller than this then come get it

perfect execution, last -ss-ssination
murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda
(krays a killa, killa)

dead dead dead dead
kill kill kill em all
kill (leave em lyircally)
dead dead dead dead
die die die, die, die, die, die

- krayzie bone lyrics

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