The Hitmakers - They Die lyrics

[Hook: Illegal Weapons] Where they will go without me I see them die But may not return I shall never die Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) [Verse 1: Illegal Weapons] Man your diss was weak, you try to diss the biggest You the sh**test You must have wisdom, to hit 'em But all the sh** we take, is better than the sh** you make Don't f** with us Or we might bust' a hot rhyme So fast, you won't have enough time to respond back Derail two amtracks at the same track We roll the streets, where we at Taylor Gang was full of wack Make some sh**, and we will respond back [Verse 2: Rimmer] First off, f** your posts And the crew you claimed Hit makers when we ride We ride with mentality game You rappers belong in the trash bin To me your just a has been Hearts I be rippin Taylor and grendel Some mark a** b**hes We keep on coming While you acting blue bumming Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the Rap Genius rules Maboo go ask you homie How I'll leave you Cut your young a** up See you in pieces Now be deceased Taylor-Gang Don't f** around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly face off the threads So f** peace I'll let them forumers know It's on for trife life Don't let the hitmakers Win the night Haters hem kit murdered on Wax and k** Just wait and see, and get your body peeled [Hook:Illegal Weapons] Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) [Verse 3: Redmasta] I see haters get blazed in the firery pits of hell Tell them sh** and say oh well 'gay'lor gang, and gonna make sh** that gonna sell Must he take dis to my jail cell Come and try to diss the hits You must be a white boy with zits Must of stolen some of that sh** you wrote Then everyone laughed at it and choked So stop taking that weed, and make something that will succeed I make n***as bleed after see that bullsh** they see Make me, b**h Dump you in a ditch Like that kim chick and never breath again [Verse 4: Madd Dogg] I wish these people would die already These haters better get ready and hold steady This gun I will pull it and a give you a bullet sh** is bull and its just gonna bull into something we won't like So kind of internet fight, get on your knees And bow down to me People never listen They make me sickin' Than those dicks they lickin' And getting HIV from the lips they be kissin' The hitmakers be dissin' So watch out muthaf**az [Hook: Illegal Weapons] Where they will go without me I see them die But may not return I shall never die Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) Se mueren, (they die) [Outro: Illegal Weapons] Yo never f** with the hitmakers, b**h If ain't gonna keep it real, why he indended to diss you So try to diss back, we the hitmakers. b*tch Straight outta da muthaf**in' mic ILLEGAL WEAPONS RIMMER MADD DOOGG REDMASTA You f**ing know who we are Can't f** with the money We shred things up, like a shredder The shredders of rap 2011 to Infinite HITMAKERS