Kill Em Dead (Feat. Lloyd Banks)(2011)

[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 kill em dead

Forget the fighting, that [bad word] down to front?
 He getting hella-lightning popping out the trunk
 Let him think he Tyson, [bad word] around and jump
 I’ve got my liquor license; how many ways you want?
 I’ll led the K spray, tell em niggas make way
 Before I street sweep his [bad word] 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 [bad word] what you happen to say
 I kill em, kill em, kill 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 kill em dead

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
 I kill 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, killed 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, [bad word] these niggas 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 [bad word] with the web on these clips
 Preparing for the day we gonna be rich, [bad word]  Corpse off the cliff, impound in the ground
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 kill em dead