[Slush the Villain]

It's all good baby

It's all good to the wheels fall off

I thought you knew b____

This problem's world wide across America

b____

Sawed Off's here to anilahate anybody trippin

Watchin with percisily with night vision

On my oposition

Try and take on my position

Master mind the right descision

So we gon creep solidy lock a knife insicion

Boy your f___in time is tickin

But your clock of life don run out of time

You're next in line to die don't cry

And if you're scare cause here's why

You're s___s the filla now down the scrilla

Sawed Off Killa here to make a meal plus

While you're wastin your time tryin to kill us

And you still can't hang wit it

Try and bang on us

And we gon bang wit it

Have a thang wit it

Remain in it, like my d___ in your b____

And when you lickin her c___

You really lickin my d___

Need to get rid of all you m________as

Ain't no favors on my label

No one's above us

So when you the Sawed Off

Anterage come walkin through

Get on them knees with quickness

Boy b____ shine these shoes

Ha Ha

[Chorus: Chris Gun a.k.a Black Gun]

You wanna, we can bang

You wanna throw them thangs

We can throw them thangs too

What you wanna do

We can set it off dog

Bust shots until the casket drops

On all ya

[2x]

[Mr. Skrilla]

Now this is murda for your mind

If you try to step to mine

It's like you hatas brought a knife

And you tryin to step to millionares

That'll tear up in your flesh

Ff you think you really hard

We get to bustin collectin bodies

Like them Pokemon cards

No hold bars leavin crews

With perminate scars

Makin hatas wanna retreat

Before I finish 16 bars

I'ma light my cigar

I guess I'm like a czar

Comin with Godfather status

Pumpin lead up in your car

While you're drivin in it [Boom]

Now I got em

Leavin your face layin flat

Like you're sleepin on your steering collar

Trench in this Cali sun shine

Who am I? Do or Die

I feel like I just came from Columbine High

Feelin high to the sky

Is the optimo smoke

Just enough to have you aimin at your throat

Ain't no steppin to the Sawed Off

Slush we all bust

Enough slugs to turn your bodies into saw dust

Boy we gon crush

[Chorus]

[Knightowl]

The Knightowl's comin with it

I'm sick like Al Pachino

A lyrical gambino

And I'm drinkin lots of vino

I got the party on and crackin

All you b____es I be smackin

Don't you ever f___ around

Or it's you that I'm kidnappin

I never f___in play fool

Like a little kid with a gun at school

I'll brake the f___in rules

And rob you for your jewels

The Knightowl, Mr. Skrilla

And Slush be f___in killas

We don't give no one a brake

So best not ever make mistakes

We got that kind of s___ that makes you move

That kind of s___ that makes you grooves

That kind of s___ that makes you jump

And shake your f___in rump now

Come and do this dance I hope you can

Throw them hands up in the sky

But if you don't fool you ain't s___

Now let me tell you why

You gotta wave them hands in the f___in air

I'm the deadly like a f___in chair

The Sawed Off Family won't stop

Until we full if millionares

We be nothin but the baddest fool

My beat always the phatest

I got the f___in paper

Gettin high like a sky scrapper

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