Artist: Shyheim f/ G.O.D. Pt. III
Album:  n/a
Song:   Kill Kill Kill
Typed by: Davida.b.

[Shyheim]
I don't give a fuck how rich I get
Shy never change for the chips or a bitch
I always got some quick slick shit to say
And niggas better pray I die before I wake
I'm Hood like J, always to my grave
Fuck a du-rag, t-shirt, lay my waves
Run to my man's aid if he gets sprayed
That's how I was raised, to make the front page
By any means necessary, niggas know S already
Across the fairy and way down yonder
Ask Lisa, Tonya, Angela, Renee
And them bitches love me cuz I stay around my way
I ain't famous nigga, I got infamous
And I kept the hood with me for every single inch
For every single foot, I yield my hood
I am like Suge, nigga, that's really good

[Chorus: G.O.D. Pt. III]
You got a brick in the car, police just turned on the light
Whatchu gon do? (Kill, kill, kill)
A coward just shot your man, now he dead
Nigga whatchu gon do? (Kill, kill, kill)
A nigga just fucked your bitch, on your bed
Nigga whatchu gon do? (Kill, kill, kill)
Nigga disrespect my fam, or the ???
Nigga what we gon do? (Kill, kill, kill)

[G.O.D. Pt. III]
Nah niggaz ain't hood no more
They don't cop that cook, that raw
Go up, top the score
Surrounded by the poor in these project walls
Everyday I step out the door, it's like war
Every lil nigga own a four, slugs galore
Steady knockin at the Heaven's door
And ain't sure bout life no more
In and out the system like revovling doors
Still, I wouldn't trade my life for yours
These tryflin broads, the police hit the block, they come hard
When thug niggas hit the block, no holds barred
Straight business, recognize the name when it's mentioned
Black mob is snitchin, Infamous division
Put it on the airwaves, the streets gon listen
Let Sha be my witness, the streets till the ending
Court case pending, and snitching is forbidden

[Chorus]