Kill 'Em - Guilty Simpson

I blow a blunt, eat good, and blow another blunt

I’m dumb high, I don’t even know the fucking month

But I do know, a lot of cats talk that shit

But won’t shoot though (stop it)

You brought your gun, I brought two though

Both of them hitting your 2-door

Just for being wack and pseudo

And I don’t practice Judo

But chop shit, when the ack stops, you’ll know

I pop your crew, bro, my new 4 has no clue

But soon to find out what a blast gon' do

We take cash flow too

Go in your pockets (run it) there’s kush bags on you (come on)

And the kicks beneath my calves so new

He, who seen more, has more, so true

I’m worldwide, who’s siding with

So many days on the plane, I could fly the bitch

I’m in the clouds, you in the hood, it’s that plain

And when I land, my plan is to slap lames

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em (yes)

We gon' kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

I did the mathematics, my foes are back at it

So, I keep an automatic and my passport tatted

Stay on the move, like, rip off an icepick shootin'

I live my whole life doing trife shit

Mama did her best, we had food, had the rest

But still I hit the bar and drank booze and a vest

Paranoid, plotting on a plan to rule the game

I much rather move the crowds than move the 'caine

Yo, I push a pen with ease and it’s a breeze

To make commodes out of these weak MC’s

It’s nothin', you boys bluffin', you ain’t holdin'

45 horse for the whores, stay rolled and

On, I keep it so hood wit' em (hood wit' em)

My peeps’ll tell you there’s no good in 'em (no good in 'em)

But why apologize, my enemies pop 9's

So I hustled on some bread and went ahead and got mine

I’ll turn your household into rubble

And your body parts resemble a jigsaw puzzle (Blat!)

Put it together when we break shit up

With black Beretta’s, M-16's, Mac’s or better