Perfect Execution - Krayzie Bone

Dead dead dead

Kill kill kill em all

Kill kill kill em all (leave em lyircally)

Dead dead dead dead (x3)

(Kill em all repeats while next line is playing)

Die die die, die, die, die, die, die

(Get em!)

When I hit em with the rhythm nigga chill em to the bone

I kill em with a lyric and them niggas gettin gone

I can never finish a song

Because the competition never hold on that long

Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone

He wicked lyrical criminals, I’m on my own

The sickest individual

Ya’ll might know I’m

I blow a niggas mouth out

All I show em, is I’m a monster, beast

Runnin through like the Nephalim

And I’m fuckin up the rest’a them

Okay nigga, let’s pretend that you a bullet proof vest, and I’m an automatic

weapon then

And that chest you call yourself protectin is your title

But when I’m releasing this heat, it’s vital, ya die

Goin against me is suicidal

Kray psycho like Michael

Comin back like I just sold a sack on the 99

Drive by and I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb

Murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, kill em all

Hit the nigga in the heart for having a thought, then hit I’m in the brain for

thinkin he can hang

Perfect execution, last assassination

Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda

(Killa, killa)

I told ya’ll I was about to get it crackin, keepin the blaze, can’t fade

Krayzie Jackson

Creep with the AK

Straight aimed exactly

Enter the brain

Bang bang bang stained with platinum

A magnum for hit records, trek a nigga like mandom

Blitz headache

No floss, so believe that’cha seen whut’cha saw

So raw, make ya broad wanna get naked

Cause I spit that fire, dawg, hot heat ta burn ya

Had to take a little bitta me ta learn ya

If anybody really got beef than stroll up

And sho’fun they gonn' get broke n rolled up

Get smoked and folded up

I’m kinda like a 4−4 just load me up

(yeah) But when I bust I’m like a AK-47

Under the dust is what the muthafuckas reppin, check em

And ask em how they got there

Leathaface let the sawed off pop, yeah, and make sure all the bullshit stop

there

Cause 20 of em verses me still is not fair

Just not fair

And always strong to the finish, never seen a nigga so I’ll that’s so wicked

None like me before

Nigga feel like you iller than this then come get it

Perfect execution, last assassination

Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda

(Krays a killa, killa) x4

Dead dead dead

Kill kill kill em all

Kill kill kill em all (leave em lyrically)

Dead dead dead dead x3

Die die die, die, die, die, die, die