Y’all Know Who Killed Him

Woah you seen that kid, man?
That's my man, dawg you know
It's crazy, you know what I'm saying
Aight, you know, kid just layed
Him down like that, you know what I mean?
(O oh)
Word, word in the streets, man (Killed him)
Same cats, man, that got your other boy
(Killed him, killed him) huh, shit, word
I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts, uh

My name rings bigger than across the land
I'm the man, advance me for anogram
Been on top of all that, BM smooth as a silk
Shit is milk, niggas know how Black is built
(Man)
The niggas want me up the streets, man
Snorting Apple Davis
Helt me back before the court
But finally I made it
I guess I'm living proof that crime do pay
You wish lawyers on the side
With the fake toupee
Yeah, daddy on call, sixth hundrеd hour
Have me back on the streets in
No lеss than a hour
BR the epitome of fucking black power
Nigga, get it how you live
The pleasure's all ours
I don't know about dope, man
But family is the darkest
It's a shame I had to let
Your man down like Rug and no
All this black killing black shit is tired
Admired, and like that
Your time expired and you're gone

I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
It's crazy 'cause I just seen this dude, man
I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him, ooh)
He was just right there with me, man

Here's K, AK the neighborhood gambler
Second floor, next door, D'Wayne Alexander
Got 'em on camera doing it up
And if the niggas on parol, man
He screwing it up
Aw, man, they taped him while he was walking
Mike and his shirt collar, wasn't used often
Now it's a question, one that's asked often
Who hated his guts enough to
Put him in a coffin?
Could've been Ike, he had beef from way back
When he snapped his lil' niece
From the disco tech
I can tell you, how wild is that?
But before I do, you need a
Blunt and a valid crack, your shit back

I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
It's crazy 'cause his moms came with me
I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts, uh
(Killed him, killed him, ooh)
Like, I knew something 'bout him

Now I found like Duke, unless we jumble
Got the scope on his kids
So he best be humble
That's why a lot of clubs
I ain't go inside yet
My track record makes me a bonified threat
This is a jabber 23, rest in peace to Poodle
When this shit jump off
He put that thing to your noodle
I feel my competition is one times two
Think it's cute? I make it
Where they can't regroup, shoot
Shit's solid, dope get killed, cousin
In your life
All I'm doing is pressing the mute button
It's serious biz when cats come to your crib
And smack your kids and crack
A couple of your ribs
It's all in a night's work, light work
No witnesses, ''Black, nice work''
Now we in the light hearse, I might disperse
Fifty shots at his hearse if
Worst came to worst
You could be the next coward, I came in hung
Had it on the six-o'clock news, County Chung
Next time a nigga watch your tongue
Make the interview fun, out the
Barrel of a 22 gun, it's on

I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
I know who killed 'em
Filled 'em with the mucus from the hookas
Got the deserts, uh
(Killed him, killed him, ooh)
Wow, it's ugly out here watch yourself, man
You could be next watch it
Shoutout to everybody up North
All my dudes doing it big
Harlem everywhere across the word
Word, psst, it's crazy, man