Hard Not to Kill

[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (x4)<br>It`s hard not to kill niggaz<br>It`s like and everyday job not to kill niggaz<br>So what`s a nigga to do<br><br>[Lord Infamous]<br>Me and my nigga had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half G of that Henn<br>I swerved up into the damn liquor store<br>law hides, fucked up, I`m droppin` my yak in the stash pot<br>Forever it took the shit seemed<br>cause the trick most had sweated me full of the D<br>I was searchin` my pockets and then I heard poppin<br>to run out and see that my nigga was bleedin`<br>Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in bomber<br>Hummer rollin` with the gun and Pat<br>Finna fix these fools up a little snack<br>toss a few Pat, cuz, blow `em up off the track<br>They was talkin` shit the other day<br>Now the Prophet Posse got and offer now they gonna turn away<br>And the goddamn vomit out the stomach<br>Servin` one, the Scarecrow servin` Henn at the cemetary<br>I was sippin` on the brew, hittin` two true, <br>smokin` on the crew, got a call from the damn fool<br>Said he had the Three 6 held hostage<br>tryin` to get a blood pool spread on the evenin` news<br>Then we round up the squad got The Maf and The Kaz<br>We loadin` up the cars with the hollow tools<br>And we comin on a run through the yard and a nigga gonna knock<br>Triple Six wanna pop it at you<br>Now we`ve got half way over the back of this four stories `fore he fall, ten story drop<br>Nigga wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-ass body<br>You better bring some danger toys<br>when you fuckin` with the Mafia boys<br>Don`t war wit` is we be causin` a scramble<br>We blowed out your candle, and we come out victorious<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (x4)<br>It`s hard not to kill niggaz<br>It`s like and everyday job not to kill niggaz<br>So what`s a nigga to do<br><br>[MC Mack]<br>It`s seems that every fuckin` day I seem to dwell more by myself<br>My competitors run, when I cock my gun, I blast `cause I`m forced to live by my rep<br>My Killa Klan Kaze, like the Nazi`s, `cause we takin` you for hostage<br>MC Mack, ho, be my street name, `cause I`m cliqued by Prophet Posse<br>You can`t stop me so just watch me, left you spooked `cause I flashed your set<br>Too many muthafuckaz that know my face, but I din`t know them, so I sport a vest<br>Don`t test my thugs, gon` show no love, remorse ain`t in me, don`t fuck with scrubs<br>Get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs<br>Consist of killaz, cofins fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line<br>Renig your sins and the death in the end<br>Tombstone red, young nigga was blind<br>Tryin` to see me, you can`t be me, so just flex on the other directions<br>If the milli miss ya, hollow points`ll hit ya, in other words you fuck with no protection<br>Smith and Wesson, go you stressin`, tape his mouth up while he`s restin`<br>Put them yawk thangs to his dome, when he awakens, bet he with Satan<br>Life was taken, death you facin`, hollow points, they got you racin`<br>Caught you slippin`, like a magician<br>On your ass, spray this nigga, WHAT`S UP!<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (x4)<br>It`s hard not to kill niggaz<br>It`s like and everyday job not to kill niggaz<br>So what`s a nigga to do<br><br>[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]