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serial killer - 50 cent lyrics

[intro: cutty ranks]
six million ways to die, choose one

[verse 1: 50 cent]
this is more than a rhyme
it’s a moment in time (yeah!)
stop, listen to what’s goin’ on in my mind (haha)
one hand on your shine, one hand on the nine
squeeze a hollow*tip’ll chip a bone in your spine (woooooh)
may i remind these n*ggas, i line these n*ggas
i been doin’ ’em dirty, they say i’m 7:30
catch me hollerin’ “f*ck it” ridin’ in a bucket
tints on a regal, stunt n*gga i’ll leave you
the hammer hit the sh*ll’ll leave that ass in a fetal
ride with the eagle so prеgenital
my flow’s so lethal, it should be illеgal
eight bars’ll make a n*gga wan’ k!ll people
this machine gun funk, decay in the trunk with the clip loaded to the tip ready to dump

[verse 2: 40 glocc & 50 cent]
[?] [?] hit ’em up, where you n*ggas from?
exchange a few words, pull a blamer and dump (uh*huh)
he got what he deserved for tryna play me a punk
i’m in the hood posted daily with the semis and pumps (it’s the unit)
[?] thirty ridin’ dirty in the back of the trunk (haha)
adrenaline pumpin’, palms sweaty as f*ck
s.p.i. [?] shotgun, blowin’ a blunt (yeah!)
when them sh*lls start flyin’ better know how to run (yeah)

i’m in honda gettin’ blunted, get the f*ck [?] the lane (haha)
put a canister kick in your [?]
[?] [?] gon’ be a b*tch, let these n*ggas know (what!)
what’s up with you? who you wit? we go for broke (ha)
walk up to you at your crib, kick in your door
and lay your kids and your b*tch both on the floor
it’s a g*ngb*ng thang, represent for the land and try to pick as many off as you can (l.a.!)
put your burner gloves on, homie (l.a., l.a., l.a.) stick to the plan
i send the lil homies after your ass (l.a., l.a., i.e.)
[chorus: 50 cent]
serial k!lla
serial k!lla
serial k!lla
wake up every morning to my lucky charm cereal
serial k!lla
serial k!lla
serial k!lla
wake up every morning to my lucky charm cereal

[verse 3: prodigy]
just one dose of my dope sh*t’ll have you floatin’
high than a muhf*cker, wide open
you need me, to know what to do next
my jewelry, my uzi’ll open your neck
the nypd sick, they can’t find the guns when they search my whip
n*gga it’s a danger zone, welcome to h*ll
you finna die right now ’cause n*gga we k!ll (huh)
gunfire leave kids at home ’cause them shots don’t discriminate where they leave holes
here we go, it’s another one, i come for you, son
right at your wedding, mad shots through your [?] [?]
i’m at your funeral back for more
your family duck, my bullets chip tombstones
yeah, fouler than foul, grimy as sh*t
it’s guerilla unit, infamous mobb deep, b*tch
we not partners or brothers, naw
f*ck out my face and meet your god
[chorus: 50 cent]
suicide, it’s a suicide
suicide, it’s a suicide
suicide, it’s a suicide

serial k!lla

- 50 cent lyrics

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