Tekst:
Kill The Blown Noise

higher? So high Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago That's me, the first year that I blow

silly shit And I can see it in her eyes she was sick of this Let's see the sights, it's me tonight Let's leave him stuck home pacing Blowing up your

and ducking shots with killers right in back of me I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise

dogs on me, [Verse 2] Boy, I'm the real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me

It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I

make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes, like "True Lies," kill

mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer

whacking niggas, I ain't never wanted no parts of this I don't ever wanna break, another heart for this Why the Devil gotta make it Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill

that snitch) And that goes out to all my drug slingaz Throw yo guns up.. and before you bring em down let 6 rounds bust Blah blow blah blow I'm the fear