Tekst:
Was Not Was Dressed To Be Killed

They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt Excuse my persona, I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer Ever since I killed 'em, I ain

nigga, the Empire State Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not

be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf/ Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz If I blam it'll kill

from her mamma Who told her I was fuckin' 'round? She get it from her mamma Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma Who said don't be

don't know what to say, yo There they go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck

track of Diana Ross playing And drunk off some moonshine I passed out and woke up at noontime Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face Said them draws was

B most valuable player Stright indo Solutions from the soul About Face You wanna call be Baby D You can call me daddy if you Want to be Still in the

worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo, down in Tiajuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score the night before met the connect Who was impressively dressed

worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo, down in Tiajuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score the night before met the connect Who was impressively dressed