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    Killer Mike / Lyrics

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    "Re-Akshon Remix" Lyrics

    Killer Mike feat. Bun B, T.I. and Bone Crusher

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    Aye, aye bun who did this man?
    So me and you got, t.i.p., killer mike, lil jon, and bun be
    So that's the king of the south.. the underground king..
    The king of crunk.. and king kong all on the same song
    Heheh.. aye jon, they ain't ready
    We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

    I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
    I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
    I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
    In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
    I got the new new... (killa k-k-k-killa killa...)
    New new... (k-k-k-killa killa..)
    New new... (k-k-k-killa killa..)
    New new... (niggaz don't want to touch the killa..)

    Man we been throwin raps for too long
    Aye what you want to do homes?
    I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
    T.I.P., mike, and bun be - scared whatchu better be

    We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
    Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
    He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
    I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?

    Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that new new out"
    Tank the chevy, buy the caddie, bring the 22's out
    Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
    We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now

    Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
    The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
    If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
    When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
    And we goin' show them people what it really is in the a


    Straight from atlanta, the hog hand-ler
    Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
    Knee deep, means to get them g's to my manager
    My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin

    I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
    I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
    You goin' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
    I'm, king kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me

    I'll thump thump thump thump, when I bump bump bump bump!
    It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo' trunk!
    My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
    We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop chevy trunks

    From the home of coca-cola, I'm not referrin to soda
    I'm a grind til I shine, or die going for mine
    Sick sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
    Don't be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son
    This re-akshon, killa kill, t.i.p., and bun


    Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
    'Cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
    I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin twin-towered
    Devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered

    From broward county to harris, pasadena to paris
    I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
    'Cause there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
    In that black on black on black in the 'lac 'cause I'm so wild

    I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
    I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
    They put me hot on list, where players are posted
    But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted

    And the prayer get toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on
    The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
    Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like woody
    'Cause cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask khujo goodie


    All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
    The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
    T.i.p., killer mike, or bun?
    We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport

    Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
    And wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
    It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
    And these are the emcees of the new south!!
    This song was submitted on October 17th, 2014 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Archie Hall, Michael Santigo Render.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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