Lyrics To All The Killas - Krumb Snatcha
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz,
who
ain't
got
no
feelings
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz
to
real
niggaz
K
B
X,
yo,
yo
Who
wants
to
test
the
untestable?
Infrared
nine
at
your
spine,
leave
you
vegetable
Where
the
bullet
not
Don't
get
caught
in
drop
when
the
light
change
Left
that
light
frame
like
eject
on
the
flight
plane
Peace
to
thug
niggaz
on
this
shit
that
we
on
Get
your
heat
on,
guzzle
down
that
Bacardi
le-mon
Fuck
a
don,
I'm
on
symotic
over
your
block
shit
Pop
shit,
watch
the
glock
spit,
lay
you
like
carpets
I
roll
with
niggaz
that
sniff
coke
and
tote
guns
And
take
funds,
whether
number
ones
or
sulibate
nuns
Shit's
official,
fuck
five
mics,
it's
five
pistols
Never
miss
you,
penetrate
your
body
tissue
Keep
you
runnin'
like
runner,
sweatin'
like
summer
Then
someone
unexpectedly
guns
ya
from
the
Tididel
Hummer
Beat
that
ass
like
drama,
fade
'em
out
like
Donna
Summa
Forever
like
Wu-Tang,
my
crew
bang
like
accidents
For
real
niggaz
who
feel
this
is
on
some
numb
shit
Gun
shit,
peace
to
my
jail
niggaz
who
run
shit
Corner
thugs
buggin'
on
birds,
we
serve
'em
purpose
The
same
forty
five
in
your
mouth,
stuck
up,
you're
worthless
Extreme
measures,
illegal
treasures,
plus
the
safe
scavengers
Pepper
mace
in
your
face,
purple
haze,
lace
hash
from
a
rocko
burnin'
We
on
the
block
earnin'
thousands
from
PJ's
to
housings
Diggin'
pockets,
rip
trousers,
spark
a
dutch,
start
a
forest
fire
Tap,
drop
a
diamond,
informant
niggaz
walk
police
wires
We
on
some
eighty
six,
stick-up
figure
impulse
The
last
days
are
crime,
son,
take
it
as
an
insult
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz,
who
ain't
got
no
feelings
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz
to
real
niggaz
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz,
who
ain't
got
no
feelings
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz
to
real
niggaz
We
leave
'em
rotten
just
for
plottin'
my
squadron
Get
no
part
of
this,
we
robbin',
your
position
On
the
mission
to
target,
is
you
bitch
made?
My
army
brigade
got
the
plan
made
We
rippin'
thru
they
assholes
with
the
triple-edged
blade
The
illest
executioners
droppin'
this
with
peace
to
the
bottomless
It's
symbolic
to
monogamous
hollow
tips
Rippin'
thru
they
vests
for
respect,
nevertheless
to
impress
We
come
in
vain
with
some
envious
techs
My
enemies
get
viciously
torn
up
by
my
cavalry
That's
constantly
shootin'
for
this
life
of
equality
Fatality,
supreme
victory,
some
war
stories
Misery
bring
treachery,
so
now
I
kill
you
slowly,
fuckin'
phony
Receiver
of
many,
I
come
with
plenty
A
poison
for
they
belly,
into
hell
is
where
I
send
the
enemies
If
you
can
stand
the
heat,
step
in
the
flame
And
get
your
fame
put
to
shame
'cuz
you
lame
Leavin'
your
bitch
rappers
slain,
truly
insane
You
leave
this
earth
with
my
scars,
sun,
moon
and
stars
Is
what
you
see
when
my
seven
half
mind
spars
Yo,
yo,
yo,
desert
eagle
at
your
cerebral
Keepin'
you
civilized
the
thug
way
Your
mug
stay
the
same
way
the
slug
lay
Done
it
and
seen
it
thru
these
blunted
contacts
Stolen
ax,
buy
new
gats,
hot
gats,
serial
scratch
Like
fleas,
eight
million
MC's
drop
to
your
knees
like
church
mast
Play
fast,
full
mission
from
the
stash
Dirty
burners
blazin'
at
night,
we
got
the
ave
sewn
Chrome,
nickel-plated,
forty
four
murder,
dead
zone
Police
tracin'
prints,
stolen
cars
with
tints
Bum
bitches
boostin'
gear,
sellin'
clothes
for
cents
Sharp
razors
make
faces
ugly,
snatch
a
diamond,
lovely
Drinkin'
Valentine
ghetto
bubbly
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz,
who
ain't
got
no
feelings
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz
to
real
niggaz
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz,
who
ain't
got
no
feelings
To
all
the
killers
and
the
hundred
dollar
billers
To
real
niggaz
to
real
niggaz
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