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Singles


Artist: Krumbsnatcha
Total songs: 3
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To All The Killas Lyrics - Singles - Krumbsnatcha

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz to real niggaz 

 

K B X, yo, yo 

Who wants to test the untestable? 

Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable 

Where the bullet not 

 

Don't get caught in drop when the light change 

Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane 

Peace to thug niggaz on this shit that we on 

Get your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon 

 

Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit 

Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets 

I roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote guns 

And take funds, whether number ones or sulibate nuns 

 

Shit's official, fuck five mics, it's five pistols 

Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue 

Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer 

Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer 

Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Donna Summa 

Forever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents 

 

For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit 

Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit 

Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose 

The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up, you're worthless 

 

Extreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengers 

Pepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin' 

We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to housings 

Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fire 

 

Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wires 

We on some eighty six, stick-up figure impulse 

The last days are crime, son, take it as an insult 

 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz to real niggaz 

 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz to real niggaz 

 

We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my squadron 

Get no part of this, we robbin', your position 

On the mission to target, is you bitch made? 

My army brigade got the plan made 

 

We rippin' thru they assholes with the triple-edged blade 

The illest executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless 

It's symbolic to monogamous hollow tips 

Rippin' thru they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress 

We come in vain with some envious techs 

 

My enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalry 

That's constantly shootin' for this life of equality 

Fatality, supreme victory, some war stories 

Misery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony 

 

Receiver of many, I come with plenty 

A poison for they belly, into hell is where I send the enemies 

If you can stand the heat, step in the flame 

And get your fame put to shame 'cuz you lame 

 

Leavin' your bitch rappers slain, truly insane 

You leave this earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars 

Is what you see when my seven half mind spars 

 

Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your cerebral 

Keepin' you civilized the thug way 

Your mug stay the same way the slug lay 

 

Done it and seen it thru these blunted contacts 

Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratch 

Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast 

Play fast, full mission from the stash 

 

Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave sewn 

Chrome, nickel-plated, forty four murder, dead zone 

Police tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints 

Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for cents 

Sharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely 

Drinkin' Valentine ghetto bubbly 

 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz to real niggaz 

 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings 

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

To real niggaz to real niggaz 

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