[Intro]
Yeah. Yeah. That's right
[Verse 1: Full Clip (Shaggy 2 Dope)]
F U L L C L I P
Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP
Keepin' it killa thuggin' straight up OG
Diggin' your beef and runnin' your shit, it's our money
Your loss is my gain, so check this right here
Even if you didn't lose it, I'm still takin' it (Hell Yeah!)
My hollow tips in your chest make for a murder scene
No remorse, no conscience in this killin' machine
[Foe Foe (Monoxide)]
I'm on some killin' shit, I kill a bitch quick
Cut it with Bisquick, and serve it to 'em thick on the strip
Hit 'em hard like my truck when I'm beatin' the whip
You wanna start, I got a pump that'll end this shit
Bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses
Ain't seen a fuckin' thang when I clip this kid
I'm killin' everythang from bitches to CDs
I'm a bad dream waitin' to happen to police
[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit
[Verse 3: Lil shank (Madrox)]
I'm on some killin' shit, mashin' with a pistol grip
Murder in my eyes, with the temper of a lunatic
Don't matter how I try, they 'bout to die when I'm doin this
Push the fufckin' trigger as I'm runnin' 'em for all they shit
And all they whips and all they chips, run it all, I need that bro
Pockets inside out, Debo'n them hoes
Call it 187 when the target is locked
Mister Duk Da fuk Down before your ass get shot
[Verse 4: Cell Block (Blaze)]
I smoke more blunts than a little bit steady on some killin' shit
Everydays the same, floatin' in the whip
Don't surround to flip the switch ridin' three wheel
With a hand up out the window and its wrapped around the steel
Let slugs spray out at will, give a fuck how you feel
A Ryda's on the block, and he's huntin' for the kill
Line the suckas up on the center of the dash
Ain't no way they gettin' away 'cause I'm mashin' on the gas
[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit
[Verse 5: Yung Dirt (Boondox)]
Oh no it's the motherfukin' Kikdoe
Blast off the master lock, now everybody hit the floor
They kill 'em all, its like I'm caught up in a genocide
Ammunition cease, see 'cause ain't no fukin' where to hide
So line 'em up and set 'em up for the execution
Nine millimeter loaded and it's set on distribution
With no confusion, they can make it all clear
Everybody fuckin' dyin' before I step the fuck up outta here
[Verse 6: Bullet (Violent J)]
Keep your eyes on my death tool, (Oh shit) you're goin' dizzy
Who is he, the one that keep the coroners busy
You see the buck flash, finna duck fast, you a fucked ass
Single barrel pump wavin' out the black truck blast
I'm on some killin' shit, so real I'm dealin' this shit (Come on)
I caught a [pig and cash and coke ?] I'm stealin' the hit
'Cause I'm a Ryda, (Whoop) and with this .45 I'll divide ya
Leave you dead and peel off, won't even try to hide ya
[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit
[Outro]
Psychopathic Rydas, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah (That's right, bitch)
We comin' to check yo shit in
Give it up or we dumpin'
And peelin' rydin' dirtay (Duck down, motherfucker)
Duk Da Fuk Down
Duck down, duck down, motherfucker
Duk Da Fuk Down
