Ellay Khule - Rifleman lyrics

[Hook] What up, put em up Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up Hip hop klan The 1 man band Call me the rifleman [Verse 1] I'm a mad, mad man From the bad, bad klan With a gat and a strap in my hand Gunning down punks When i pop in the trunk Leaving bloody chunks I'm a sad, sad man Might die for the cash fast Might blast on your a** fast Go for your gun Run money run When all said and done I got the last laugh A click and a pop With a hip and a hop Won't stop till i see dead bodies drop For the? mic get up and go I'm shooting up to many funerals 1 duck, 2 duck, 3 duck Buck, buck, buck Shooting up, 3 in a row Ain't no need to plead Medical attention is what you need Chew bullets of speed Mud? you bleed, lead to the head Follow my lead I'm so damn crazy Shooting up n***as won't faze me Play me like the mob I'm looking for the job Watch me mop ya Ya days of raining, running You better keep running I'm gunning for your mother your father and son My body's getting numb Watch out here i come I'm about to get dumb About to get stupid Shooting up more couples than cupid Able? temple man, can My temperature will with stand We stand strong But gonna run But distract pop? When i'm pulling my gun Drop, drop when i pop, pop Taking the life of 2? men Do you know who i am the motherf**ing rifleman [Hook] What up, put em up Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up Hip hop klan The 1 man band Call me the rifleman [Verse 2] Run for cover My bullets will smother Masking the d**h of a brother 1 to the dome Meet your doom, boom Exposing chrome rider Like a mad cowboy Rhyming Like a black style boy Down boy, not now boy With a clip i'm a trip And i'm ready to destroy I'm a pain k**er A deranged k**er I crack ya back Then i crack a Miller This bud's for khule This buck-shots for you fool I'm down like drilling? No further a dew Murder i do Your bloody like a burger I bet ain't hear a murmer from you and ya crew Blasting fool like gymkhana/sub-kana? To many guns, all my bullets For fool who box and kick us? Cause you can't get with this Cause where the gods Playing target practice on ya head Through your eye, bullets fly I'm a hell of a guy on a drive-by When i'm high i'm hitting your bullseye Right for the brain wnen i blaze my joint And my rifle will point to ya head, finna' dead Body full of lead Bullets you bleed Bloody you dead Coming fools fled From my 30.30 A 30-i-6 Put n***as to the mix Blast with a hell of a kick Waiting for the click Everybody fall on the clear All hail when the hollow-point shells Boom like [?] Still spray some lead All well that is well No tall tails for the rifleman [Hook] What up, put em up Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up Hip hop klan The 1 man band Call me the rifleman