Lyrical Breakdown of Killin Me (Feat. Paul Wall) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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(TALKIN) Paul Wall turn the bling in ya teeth down Will you please turn the bling down in ya mouth Nigga i left my shades in the car man could you please turn the bling down in ya mouth These niggas KILLIN ME swerin that dey trill as me you gona see me in tha streets some drama what it's finna be talk all that shit you wanna talk imma let tha burna talk We tha ones you heard about we show you what dat murda bout (Paul Wall) You can catch me squeezin GLOCKS pullin triggas and evadin tha cops you dont wanna see me squarading the blocks so i suggest you that you vacade this spot these boys be swearin they hard but you dont want it with the clique i claim you talkin loud but you aint sayin a thang man speak into the mic man CLICK CLACK BANG BANG BANG You need to be wearin panties cuz you packin pussy, you better not push me, when Macboney unload the result is you're gonna be bloody, scabbed up and pussing. Your talk is cheap I let my actions speak louder than your words, first I bite, then I bark, keep your cool before I calm your nerves. What you know about the place I'm from? (nuttin) You dunno about the hood I rep. (nope) You don't want me to unload the clip (no), sink your ship, rearrange your lips. Watch your steps be careful cuz you stompin heavy on dangerous grounds, I got wind wit a full twelve rounds keep talkin down and you'll get stomped down. I don't play the radio and disrespect and attempt to rearrange your thoughts, the end result is your brains in a box so I suggest that you change your thoughts. These niggas KILLIN ME swerin that dey trill as me you gona see me in tha streets some drama what it's finna be talk all that shit you wanna talk imma let tha burna talk We tha ones you heard about we show you what dat murda bout (Macboney) I'm hotter than lava straight up from the city Wit somebody's baby mamma, how dey gonna kill me when I'm ready for da drama? i ain't got nothin to loose Imma blast all partners den dey ass gon wonder den mash round the corner tryna crash my show, put a tag on ya toe. Ya'll ain't killas, ya'll just assholes with another hoe nigga talkin trash like a hoe, this fag gotta go. Let my trap niggas run up, knock him to da floor let me punch him with tha ring, get the gators in his throat Should I let him live? If I gotta ask, hell no. Hangin hard up his squad that's for dem to consume. I don't take no stuff, unless it's yo girl wit her legs straight up when I bust you were [unknown.] spittin booze out yo car, you a fool by the luck, cuz you finish what you started and you loose, time-up, put yo brains on dust cuz you layin on the dust, thought you were bad but that rife hangin up come fight like a man but yo ass ain't tough, just a big fat chump. Nigga show em the part where dey be walkin on wheels, come past for me, I'm waitin for ya any day nigga, when ya comin? Fuckin with TIP, ask him how we done it, that was back in the day. Now we got more banana clips ready for the dumpin, respectin the streets so nobody sayin nothin, AKs so cunnin, never see me comin, just a bunch of people runnin. Ya'll niggas don't want it! These niggas KILLIN ME swerin that dey trill as me you gona see me in tha streets some drama what it's finna be talk all that shit you wanna talk imma let tha burna talk We tha ones you heard about we show you what dat murda bout