Black Knights Kill Or Be Killed Lyrics

Kill Or Be Killed Lyrics

f/ Sandman







[Intro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]



(Get bank on it)



Yeah, Killa Bee Gang, nigga



(Still runnin)



Black Knights, nigga, what what?



What What, nigga?



West Coast, test what?



West Coast, nigga what?



Bring it on, nigga



Get gone, nigga, what?



I don't give a fuck



We don't give a fuck, nigga



Nigga what what? Nigga what?



Nigga, bring it on, nigga



Nigga what what? Nigga, bring it



I don't give a fuck



Bring that shit, nigga







[Warcloud]



Monkey dragging hammers down Indonesian stone steps



Walk in America, medicine man fever



Snorkle in the rat's nest, hitch hiker junkie



Where is the side walk end, knuckles drag



Julian Po, Armadillo duffle bag



Juice stars and fudge sticks



Roller coasters and ferris wheels



Two large revolvers, rock fights in alleys



Farin' more dough, meet Mr. Constrictus (muhahaha!)



Roll up a blunt on my passport



Hittin' like a grasscourt, fabricated verbal crash course



Last horse that gallop through snowflakes



White feathers with red tips



Died yesterday obey what the weapons say



Pointed at your face, shoot your screamin' briefcase man



Dear Niagra, 'Death of a Salesman'



Tip-toe on 'Barbwire'



Dirty maggot sausage, fat minds of peddlers



Newstand editor, Archibald the Lecturer



Me, man, Archibald Kray, call 'im Arky



Holocaust awfully, sippin' vanilla coffee



There's a 'Trap Door' tarantula living behind my right eye



heavy as a slug bust, life is a Holocaust



Architect medic, crystal bullets that flare though



Hangin' back to back in a field with a Skarekrow



Later call it elbows, spittin' the same lead



A White Humming Bird, how roses came red



Drive-in in the swamp.







[Crisis]



'Kill or Be Killed'



It's me, back in the flesh, packin' a Tec



Crackin' in ya vest, tappin' ya chest, half to the neck



Struggle with breath, wrestle with death and ass on the set



The Knights shine while you faggots reflect



Half-step, hold my own, Crisis never regret



The scuba jet with knowledge



Runnin' traitors, all Devils get demolished



in the county of the Lost Angels



Niggaz chant the Black Knights like 'The Star-Spangled



Banner', ghetto grammar, cut you off the David Banner



Blue and roll with banners, slicky than a bleek is as bright



When I rest up in 'em, death to criticism



It'll get 'em, my niggaz plot patiently waitin' to set it



Line for line rhyme for rhyme you'll dull and pathetic



Synthetic, artificial, generic, my darts'll split you



Vertically, I know you faggots heard of me







[Doc Doom]



Heard of me, heard of me, heard of me







[Chorus: Doc Doom]



It's 'Kill or Be Killed' in these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach



That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep



Low key, gang bang with OG's



Bee Gees, YG's, TG's



Who want beef? Who want beef?







[Sandman]



It's the hillside strangler, Sandman the dream keeper



Eliminate your team with the streetsweeper



Spit a rap doct-erine, ash and graffiti text



Come on and get put to rest, who wanna see me next?



The street vet from the North-side, pack a black Tec



Let my pants hang, use gang bang dialect



Sew you in, every mornin' "Wake Up" in front the liquor store



Loo dump those karate shoes up and hear 'em roll







[Doc Doom]



It's 'Kill or Be Killed', that's why I sleep with my steel



Cautious, 'cause niggas out here kill at will



In Killa California,where niggas put flames upon ya



So put them things up on ya



Smoke weed, and bang corners



Bang on ya like what set you from?



Better have ya gun at close reach



'Rollin'' through Compton, L.A. and Long Beach



You might get ya life took, fuckin' head shook



These Cali streets is full of killers and crooks



Gangstas and cops, semi-automatics and glocks



Niggas don't scrap no more, them was the days of my pops



Niggas that box, nowaday they twistin' on tops



Killer Cal, nah don't think it's ever gon' stop







[Monk]



You feel the steady impact of the mighty bomb jack



Blew a gold ass hat and five ones of chrome gat



I love to gang bang, pants hang ridiculous



Kick it with these high heads that's off the hook



I don't fuck with hooks, I'm straight from the streets



Kid what y'all eat?, prepare for warfare



Step and you'll get laid there, dead on the spot



RZA signed us fresh off the block



Make sure you know my hammer's cocked



And at all times still on the grind trying to get mine



Ask me how I get paid, my verbal switchblade



Ask me who I'm 'Rollin'' with I say the Iron Brigade



Follow along, we stop like a comfortable raid



Anybody in our way, it's for sure to get slayed



Group or solo, solo my poop



We only recruit, real soldiers, Iron Brigade soldiers



Real niggas, smash buildings, blaze glocks, so fuck feelings



Lace up the chucks, get on the average start the real dealing



'Real Shit' make my money flip Compton, Cali







[Chorus x2]







[Outro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]



Faggot motherfuckers



The Gang, nigga



The real G's, where you from (Compton)



The niggaz bitches, what? Fuckin' wit us



Boy (L.A.) The Black Knights



West Coast Killa Bee Gang, nigga



Wu-Tang nigga, when we bang this, hear?



(Linwood, Killa Beez) Nigga



Nigga, Watts, all that, nigga



Straight up, nigga (Inglewood)



Where y'all niggaz from, man?



(Malibu) Hey young'n (Hollywood)



Out here tryin' to be like the G's, nigga



Straight gangstas, man, we gangstas



Homeboy, nigga, just gang bang rap



It belongs to us, homeboy (Right, right, right)



You know I mean? That bullshit you speakin'



is on some other shit, boy, and I mean it.



'You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us'



(That's exactly what we be sayin')