[The Kaze]
1 - We shootin` to kill, nigga
We shootin` to kill, nigga
Ain`t no fuckin` warning shots
When you come around here nigga
All the things that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro`s so cold
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[Gangsta Boo]
I`m on some other type shit
I`m on some crazy ass shit
I`m on some fuck with me bitch
I`m on some get your ass kicked
It`s not the power of Miss
The work of secret politics
(The rumor`s turned to an arena)
Between the old and new bitch
I think ?? that don`t move to ??
Society has been the education of ?
Movin` up the escalator
Risin` to the fuckin` top
Party on, don`t stop
In the air, super hot
Ya better beware
What we believe is what we share
To get rumblin` like the Bronx
Like the Chinese folks was there
I`m fuckin` live that is ?believe well?
It`s known to be the truth
It`s ? of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga?
Who`s fuckin` side you think y`all on when shit pops off?
Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off
With a fuckin` sawed off
Project told you once before
Workin` to ensure my victory
For my side ho
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[The Kaze]
I`m in this world with no one to turn to
I`m livin` kinda thuggish
Thinkin` crooked, just to come up
You see this fuckin` world
And ? is without the beat
So I kick it by my lonely
This real G, to make my riches
Then all these snitches be throwin` crosses
I`m takin` losses
Cuz ?? resurrect from all this player hation
You see my nation is mass destruction
And my soul releasin` all this anger for you nigga rolls
And it`s so bad because I know
Oh they done clickin` with the quickness
Because this system is makin` hard
How else can I make a livin`
And then my children
I`m thinkin` deeply
With wealth, it be a better future
It ain`t our fault that our enemies bleed
When I`m smokin` weed
It entoxes me
?? what I do to all you fake ass G`s, so please
Don`t go rubbin`, ?? gonna make me
Get right down crazy
This city has got me pacin`
And I can`t take it
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I`m thinkin` misery, sufferin`, ambush and sorrow
I`m filled with drama
When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers
You wonder what`s really real
When fuckin` with G`s like mack
Pop-pop from the glock
Curiousity killed the cat
Bust it, we down for whatever
Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?
My weapon gon` have you gaspin` for breath
Death and stormy weather
It`s thunderin` and lightening
Plus rain is pourin` on bloody bodies
I`m runnin` up on the scene
??? up in a Farrari
I`m sorry, it`s killin` season
Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse
The last days we lit `em
It ain`t no time to get sloppy
Standin` strong, holdin` on
Competition can`t stop it
To all my foes, I let you know
I keep that 9 in my pocket
I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse
The result from all the ?
All was left was dead souls
To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible
I sustain, in this game
A mack for life, I`m out this thang, man
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