(Intro: Cop)
I got a drunk driver here in front of me I’m gonna pull him over, go head and see what’s up
Get your hands in the air!
We’re gonna need a strip search over here
Got a runner here
Get your hands in the air
(Gunshots) officer down we need back up
(Interlude: Krazy Attitude)
You bitch ass niggas! I’ma put you mothafuckas in a scary movie if you keep fucking with me!
Keep testing me and I’ma rip ya fucking head of ya shoulders bitch ass nigga
(Verse:1)
Yo, If a nigga ready to die
Tell him to hit my line
It’s 1-800-suicide
Mothafuckas know me as the Grave Digger
Resurrected from the dead, undertaking the reanimater
I got styles of jutsu
And I can get use to
Murdering a mothafucka in Syracuse
Cause niggas like to test me and study my movements
And I’m getting fed up with that bullshit
You’ll take a big L fucking with the mindset
I dare a nigga to try rolling down my set
I got shells of death in this clip
And I’m ready to start a damn war with a trick
Niggas thinking I’m soft until they look at my eye and see I lost it and still survived
I’m immortal now bitch I don’t give a damn
I’mma make ya soul fly just like Peter Pan
(Hook:1)
All the street lights they finna go out
When this Mac 10 ready to show out
I’ll kill everybody up in this town
And I don’t give a fuck who I’m killing now
Second verse:
Bitch I’m known for killing shit
Some niggas call me disgusting because my murdering style is sick
I throw up gang signs at a cop
And then I tell em I put a 187 on a opp
And if they try to put the cuffs on me
I get dark and I show them not to fuck with me
I’ll just kick you in the back of ya Knee Cap
Then watch you lean back
But not like Fat Joe
Once ya back is laid back on the concrete
Ya brain would start thinking “fuck he’s gonna stomp me.”
Ya brain is absolutely right, but then I’ll pull out ya night stick
And beat you to death, you’ll regret you took a night shift
I get dark whenever the day gets dark
Fighting niggas and biting niggas like a shark
I’ll do whatever, to have a nigga bleeding to death
You’ll have nothing left but bones when you losing ya breath
I’ll snap ya neck like a fucking twig
No need to mention my name cause niggas know who is
R.I.P realism is power
Fuck with Me, I’ll have you murdered less in a hour
Hook:2
All the street lights they finna go out
When this Mac 10 ready to show out
I’ll kill everybody up in this town
And I don’t give a fuck who I’m killing now
Third verse:
Me and my niggas is back at it
The crime rate in my city higher then a fucking crack addict
And I’m the reason it’s like that
So if a nigga wanna throw hands, I’ll be willing to fight back
I’m crazy when it comes to a fist fight
I just might shove a brick down in ya wind pipe
You fucking mark, don’t ever question my style of killing
I’m the proudest villain
You ever met, I get wild when killing
Kids and fiends
Niggas know know I slid in the scene
I’ll make you slip then watch you fall into a memory
Remember me, the nigga with an attitude
Eazy E’s back from the dead, and it’s tragic too
Fucking up faggot dudes
Who cruise through the avenue
Pulling up in front of this house
That was down south
They threw a couple of parties in the bricks
I set the house on fire since they was tryna get lit
I just created a cremator
Burnt up teenagers
And I’m the type to walk through the neighborhood
To see if the neighbors good
And act all innocent
I might be a psycho, but I’m not a degenerate
I’m into drilling shit, give me a tool
And I’ll beat a niggas head until his brains distorted, ooouuu
I got a dangerous mind state
I’ll kick you in the head repeatedly Til ya mind break
And that’s how you knock a nigga unconsciously
When it comes to cops, ain’t none stopping me
I’m still letting the aiming go
You better run, duck or hide cause now you in the danger zone
I got a drunk driver here in front of me I’m gonna pull him over, go head and see what’s up
Get your hands in the air!
We’re gonna need a strip search over here
Got a runner here
Get your hands in the air
(Gunshots) officer down we need back up
(Interlude: Krazy Attitude)
You bitch ass niggas! I’ma put you mothafuckas in a scary movie if you keep fucking with me!
Keep testing me and I’ma rip ya fucking head of ya shoulders bitch ass nigga
(Verse:1)
Yo, If a nigga ready to die
Tell him to hit my line
It’s 1-800-suicide
Mothafuckas know me as the Grave Digger
Resurrected from the dead, undertaking the reanimater
I got styles of jutsu
And I can get use to
Murdering a mothafucka in Syracuse
Cause niggas like to test me and study my movements
And I’m getting fed up with that bullshit
You’ll take a big L fucking with the mindset
I dare a nigga to try rolling down my set
I got shells of death in this clip
And I’m ready to start a damn war with a trick
Niggas thinking I’m soft until they look at my eye and see I lost it and still survived
I’m immortal now bitch I don’t give a damn
I’mma make ya soul fly just like Peter Pan
(Hook:1)
All the street lights they finna go out
When this Mac 10 ready to show out
I’ll kill everybody up in this town
And I don’t give a fuck who I’m killing now
Second verse:
Bitch I’m known for killing shit
Some niggas call me disgusting because my murdering style is sick
I throw up gang signs at a cop
And then I tell em I put a 187 on a opp
And if they try to put the cuffs on me
I get dark and I show them not to fuck with me
I’ll just kick you in the back of ya Knee Cap
Then watch you lean back
But not like Fat Joe
Once ya back is laid back on the concrete
Ya brain would start thinking “fuck he’s gonna stomp me.”
Ya brain is absolutely right, but then I’ll pull out ya night stick
And beat you to death, you’ll regret you took a night shift
I get dark whenever the day gets dark
Fighting niggas and biting niggas like a shark
I’ll do whatever, to have a nigga bleeding to death
You’ll have nothing left but bones when you losing ya breath
I’ll snap ya neck like a fucking twig
No need to mention my name cause niggas know who is
R.I.P realism is power
Fuck with Me, I’ll have you murdered less in a hour
Hook:2
All the street lights they finna go out
When this Mac 10 ready to show out
I’ll kill everybody up in this town
And I don’t give a fuck who I’m killing now
Third verse:
Me and my niggas is back at it
The crime rate in my city higher then a fucking crack addict
And I’m the reason it’s like that
So if a nigga wanna throw hands, I’ll be willing to fight back
I’m crazy when it comes to a fist fight
I just might shove a brick down in ya wind pipe
You fucking mark, don’t ever question my style of killing
I’m the proudest villain
You ever met, I get wild when killing
Kids and fiends
Niggas know know I slid in the scene
I’ll make you slip then watch you fall into a memory
Remember me, the nigga with an attitude
Eazy E’s back from the dead, and it’s tragic too
Fucking up faggot dudes
Who cruise through the avenue
Pulling up in front of this house
That was down south
They threw a couple of parties in the bricks
I set the house on fire since they was tryna get lit
I just created a cremator
Burnt up teenagers
And I’m the type to walk through the neighborhood
To see if the neighbors good
And act all innocent
I might be a psycho, but I’m not a degenerate
I’m into drilling shit, give me a tool
And I’ll beat a niggas head until his brains distorted, ooouuu
I got a dangerous mind state
I’ll kick you in the head repeatedly Til ya mind break
And that’s how you knock a nigga unconsciously
When it comes to cops, ain’t none stopping me
I’m still letting the aiming go
You better run, duck or hide cause now you in the danger zone
( Krazy Attitude )
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