D.J. Buck - k**in' Em' Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Vizzi] V-Raw, check my whole kick game Vans on when you see out courtside at a Knicks game Slice gang, coming at your neck like switchblade Legends on the rise, your demise will be your mistake YL, young n***as coming if you're fugay To your toupee, banging on your neck while we're in 2K So calm down, you f**ed up, you better hope you luck up Never need a yes man but all these b**hes s** up Young boy, never in no drama My hits go a couple commas, your d**h or dishonor Young Stacks co-signer, loving my sh** designer Jason Voorhees, I'm cutting your a** for nothing Short-tempered, flame spitter, all ether Smoking gun, RIP, meet the reaper 6 feet deep, that's where your future lies inside The pyramid of lost souls, the all seeing eye [Hook] Dope, all my sh** dope All my sh** dope It be that 1-8-7 how I'm k**in Em Off All my sh** dope, all my sh** dope It be that 1-8-7 how I'm k**in Em Off [Verse 2: Heat] Uhmmm, uhmmm,, rum in the shrine Pun in his prime,, I runs in with time I'm, uhmm, something on other (?) Never snuff, snuff ya' b**h, booty cuff, cuff a (?) What's the wage? I'm on a different page Plain folding, different grade, grain, raw, a different age Not intended for any sales to minors You're looking too frail to sign a plus The (?) hot, I forgot to remind ya' It's looking to bleak to line up Look, shoot, you lose Nah n***a, I'll shoot, you snooze, you'll lose your life Two rights don't make a wrong But you'll lose your whole face when it's gone, that's a stake of knife I'm hot, they not, they cop, or they rot They rot!! [Hook] [Verse 3: Vizzi]