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Krayzie Bone - Perfect Execution lyrics
Dead, dead, dead, dead
 Kill, kill, kill em all
 Kill
 (Leave em lyircally)
 Dead, dead, dead, dead
 Die, die, die, die
 Die, die, die
(Get em)
 When I hit em
 With the rythem
 Nigga chill em to the bone
 I kill em with a lyric
 N them niggas gettin gone
 I can never finish a song
 Ccause the competition
 Never hold on that long
 Flow faster
 Than the minutes
 Go on my phone
 He wicked lyrical criminal
 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 Nephalif
 N I'm fuckin up
 The best'a them
 Okay nigga
 Let's pretend that you
 A bullet proof vest
 N I'm an automatic weapon then
 N 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
 Ehh hee
 Comin back
 Like I just sold
 A sack on the 99
 Drive by
 N 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 nigger 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)
 Krayzie Bone - Perfect Execution - http://motolyrics.com/krayzie-bone/perfect-execution-lyrics.html
 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
 Stained with platinum
 A magnum for hit records
 Treck a nigga like (? )
 No floss, so believe
 That'cha seen
 Whut'cha saw, so raw
 Nake 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
 N sho'fun they gonn' get
 Broke n rolled up
 Get smoked n 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 whut
 The muthafuckas reppin
 Check em
 N ask em how they got there
 Leathaface
 Let the sawed off pop
 Yeah, n make sure
 All the bullshit stop there
 Cause 20 of em verses me
 Still is not fair
 Just not fair
 N always strong
 Tto 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)
 Dead, dead, dead, dead
 Kill, kill, kill em all
 Kill
 (Leave em lyircally)
 Dead, dead, dead, dead
 Die, die, die, die
 Die, die die









