60 Second Assassins Lyrics - Dj Kayslay

G-Force (what's up Slay?) 

I need you to make a hit for me (talk to me) 

Four suspects (who?) 

Busta Rhymes, Layzie Bone (who else?) 

Twista, Jaz-O (I got ya) 

There they go, take the shot! 

Take the shot! DAMN! 

When I come and I hop and I skip and I rhyme 

And I dumb and I drop and I spit and I shine 

Ay-ay-ay nigga what you really wanna do? 

You ain't knowin that I'm comin to take what's mine 

Every time I come to hit'cha 

With a little bit of killa 

Better know that you can never 

See me little nigga 

While I'm at the TOP 

I will never STOP 

When a nigga POP 

See the way I run it, and leave a nigga bitter 

Y'all know when I do my thing and I bang 

Bidi-boom with a bomb and a BING! 

Everybody know that when it comes to the shit I gotta spit 

Motherfucker better crown me KING! 

With a passion and a lot of action 

See the way ya grab 'em, HOW YOU DO IT! 

Then they wanna ask him 

How a nigga smash 'em 

See the way ya have 'em, DRAG 'EM TO IT! 

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-HEY! 

Now you gotta know what a nigga do all day 

Count bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads when I drop heat in these streets, okay? 

You shitty with a get'cha gimmick 

And I hope a lot of niggas live near a clinic 

It don't really matter who you wanna ask about me 

Cause I be the fiercest with it 

While I'm givin you the final chapter 

With a lot of laughter 

See the way I capture 

Everybody probably tellin you the same shit you don't really wanna come after! 

Now I suggest you listen whenever you hear that the beat up in the buildin 

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Trust me, this is not the place for you to bring yo' children 

The B-O-N-E we got plenty of flows 

From Cleveland, Ohio we rollin on vogues 

They told me this record was only for pros 

So Layzie gon' get in M.V.P. I suppose 

Foes slammin them Cadillac do's 

My story they caught has never been told 

Sit back while I'm tellin this thuggish we blaze 

Forever I'm young and'll never get old 

Poppin a bottle of Rosé when I rolls 

Smell the aroma, just follow your nose 

We thug on the corner from night 'til the sun up 

You run up get done up, I'll let it explode 

Blow only where gangstas roll, so 

Homie we smash around and we crash collide 

Whoever don't wanna be foes, oh 

O.G. status, still got money up under the mattress 

Nigga come get it I'll stick like cactus 

Money so tall those niggas need ladders 

Try to come close but they never could match us 

So catch us, we the masters 

Y'all already know how we do it on the Clair 

Never compare we livin' on stretchers 

Willin to bet ya, when I twist and bust 

Nigga come through with Twist and Bust 

Nigga been famous they know to aim it 

They spittin my languange, "Adrenaline Rush" 

Feminine niggas that been on a rush 

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Back to the dust we winnin the clutch 

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit! 

Now I be the coldest on the island, country or on the peninsula 

Hit them with the venom and then I'mma 

Disintegrate 'em or fade 'em, fuck 'em cause I hate 'em 

I'm hot if you not check the temperature 

Mayday one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em when they put me on the track and I'mma 

Show 'em who was out when I make 'em go and commit suicide dressed like a Phantom 

or 

Do and I'm about to get dinner 

I'm about to open the do' 

Cause I'm dope with the flow 

Never know how flow was the 'dro 

I'mma eat a bitch up and I hope for some mo' 

So long is the poem, I'm never a ho 

You can go check the portfolio 

Kay Slay 'em just after fuck at you and then I'mma stick 'em, you know we can go 

I'm cold so go get your coat 

This be the season for niggas that's sneezin and snoozin 

And if you keep testin me you gon' be catchin a beatin and bruisin - what's up? 

Look at the mojo and look at the swag, and look at all the vernacular 

Things I be doin cause I'mma stay infamous so they be callin me Dracula 

Oops I mean Blackula when I'm attackin ya 

Pullin up on 'em up in the new Acura 

Or new pre-Camaro or new super Lego with the Pinot Grigio seats 

I see when you niggas be hatin, so the next time when you see me don't speak 

Now you know not to send me no beat 

Cause I'mma kill it 

And murder anybody That'll wanna get it 

Where they wanna get up in it cause I be the realest 

I'm a menace all the way up to the finish 

Make an enemy diminish 

When I get up in the battle even if it gotta be on the block 

2010 hip-hop, the shit don't stop 

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit! 

What can it be? 

Rappers and thuggin on beats 

None of 'em keepin it street 

Look at them cows, all of them wanna be bulls 

None of 'em ready for beef 

What about me? 

Been through the pain 

Sorted the lames, keep it the same 

Skillful syllables kill 

My rhymin technique is impeccable still 

Anybody ever wanna run up 

Will get done up in a hurry 

Got a flurry 

I'mma hunt 'em for the come up 

With a bang you better run from the one until you permanently feel it 

I will live it, idiots gettin it 

"The Originator," gotta keep it greater 

Keep the fader for the haters 

Nigga real for real 

The all-time thriller, ready rockin the death of it definite 

On it cookin and cheffin it (ooh!) 

Takin over the world 

Made of with your girl 

Motherfucker recognize the nigga Hugh Heff'in it 

Doin what you never did at double time, triple shot president 

Ain't nobody better in the residence 

Through the crops, it ain't stop 

Over the top, bringin the soul makin it pop 

Got a old school banger make you do the wop 

Got a Louisville slugger make you diddy-bop 

Ever incredible gotta keep it way ahead of you 

Screamin at my niggas in the clink doin federal 

No trip, no travesty 

I call the lick now I'm up like anti-gravity 

Spit words from the brain like charity 

If hip-hop was a broad she'd marry me 

Gotta keep it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter 

Make it hot, you can toast word to mother 

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit!