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Превод: Killer Mike. Покажи Creep (с участието на Bizarre).
Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin' nothin' but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school dice Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner Mike
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo' Burn it all til' the whole bag empty Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me [Hook] [Verse 3 - Killer Mike
. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret
(Anybody Killa) My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothing So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel
a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me
(feat. Killer Mike) [Verse 1: MJG] Break it down, straight outta the tip Flockin to the 'rillo Ain't no secret Every month, I'm a smoke a pillow (M-J
(*talking*) Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement
sweet's a killer, feelin nothin but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school dice Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner Mike
t mean to kill that shit. (That's alright, man, y'know what'm sayin?) [Talib Kweli] The beats is always love, y'know what'm sayin? niggaz always show
I watch my neighbor in the shower, Then Waggle my dick for a half an hour, I pour percasets in a bowl, Whut And eat'em like cereal, Whut I be that neighborhood creep
't kill'em now we gone wait Throw acid on his feet skeet gas all in his face Show'em how it feel ta disrespect a HB Show'em how we torture in tha UTP
What's up). We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide (What's up Aight). Crunk to the mothafuckin I.N.C. Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me. Park
