CHORUS
Now you wanna kill me
That may be true 1,2

Cause my lyrics be true
But can you kill the ^!$$% in you


VERSE 1
Quiet as it’s kept
Some of y’all slept on yourself

Next time you hit the mirror black
Turn you back on yourself
I wouldn’t trust some a y’all

If you was my right hand, man
I’d cut it off at the wrist
Like you name was Benedict

Enough lead
To threaten 50 ^!$$%s dead, you said
Cause ^!$$%s is back to perms & relaxers

All up in their head
TV ^!$$%s only make you laugh, embarrass
Can u catch it

^!$$% fever new season
Of modern day Stephen Fetchits 1990’s
^!$$%s be fraid of the noise I made

Bout their master crackers giving out
Disasters in the hood
Phony honeys be gone when they moneys

Be gone
^!$$%resses artificial chests’
Posin fake hair & high dresses


CHORUS
Now you wanna kill me

That may be true 1,2
Because my lyrics be true
But can you kill the ^!$$% in you


VERSE II
Madd ^!$$%s hittin %#@!

But they health be quittin it
Clothes and car makin the men
Havin counterfeitin fit

Seizing ^!$$%s be praisin
Benzes Beemers when they got em
Shined and simonized foreclosed

Bit they grills be rotten
Simon sez ^!$$%s jump
And they jump for these Hilfiggers Tommy

Hates
^!$$%s high priced styles
White as wild rice

^!$$%s be dwellin in hell and the
Negros pray for heaven
$#&@ the preacher he don’t reach

You my ^!$$% roll a seven
^!$$%s forgettin trips about those
Slavery ships

^!$$%s wasn’t there they claim
$#&@ that ^!$$% bring the pain


^!$$%s be dealin Narcotic
But don’t get the money ^!$$%
Women or the fame my ^!$$%

Or the mutha $#&@in game

CHORUS

Now you wanna kill me
That may be true 1,2
Because my lyrics be true

But can you kill the ^!$$% in you