J.R. Writer - k** Em Dead lyrics

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J.R. Writer - k** Em Dead lyrics

[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I k** em dead Forget the fighting, that n***a down to front? He getting hella-lightning popping out the trunk Let him think he Tyson, f** around and jump I've got my liquor license; how many ways you want? I'll led the K spray, tell em n***as make way Before I street sweep his a** and get on my K Slay Let him trip; I pull it then it's May Day I'm from the Knick, but my bullets stay in AK I don't play-play when it's pay day We'll take so many shots you'll need to go to AA Take a vacay, put me in your stupid flow We'll have the funeral right there at the studio When I clap and I spray, caps in the K like ? Happen to play, clashing with J I'll put you With ? to back in the day Hey, you cats in the way I don't give a f** what you happen to say I k** em, k** em, k** em dead ? in his grave [Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I k** em dead [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] I k** em dead, try to steal his bread .44 spilling lead; floors, walls, ceilings red Sport Porsche getting head, they here but I came though cleaner Take care of everything on the meter I'm cool with an eye on the Nina Beemer, few goons on the set but I got mine too It's too late to hate, k**ed em for 9 Ate 9 more before you fill this plate Ain't from here, I'm just visiting Big is the house I'm living in. My car Fly, I'm super-cool. When it ? This game I'm turning balls, f** these n***as I burn em all I'm a strange case, not the average Jack You can have em back. Fell in love with Miss Mary We f**ing with the web on these clips Preparing for the day we gonna be rich, sh** Corpse off the cliff, impound in the ground b**h find out how awful it gets Wake up, riding this all for the chips I can't afford to be side-tracked I'm chilling, winning, rims spinning Real n***a, on contact: Banks [Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater it's the truth: I've been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I k** em dead