Call Me A Murderer
Motherfucking Killa
High Off That Bong
Kill Cali Thrilla
No, You Can't Kill A G
Let Alone See A G
Killn' Motherfuckers In The First Degree
Always Down To Jack Cause I'm Down For Mine
Tryin' To Make My Bail
Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind
Fool It's That Shit That's On Hit
Makin' Suckas Sick
Playa Hatas Wanna Trip
Then I Gotta Get My Glock
Watch These Suckas Flocke
Watch These Suckas Flocke
Stay Off My Jock
If I Catch A Fool Who's Out To Get Me
Off With The Head
Like A Chicken With No Wings
Cook His Ass Up
Feed Him To My Kid
Cause I'm Sick
With The Shit I Spit Bitch Man
I Can't Fade Silly Bustas I Hate
Take Him To My Dungeon
Decide Their Fate
Wait 24, The Next Night I Go
Back To The Place
Where The Lost Souls Rome
Get Up Real Close
Look At Our Eyes
See Fear Of Another
Waiting To Die
I Still Don't Give A Fuck About Death
Killin' Fools Just For Fun
Until I Breathe My Last Breath
Darkness Lurks Through My Mind
It's Hard To Find A Light
I'm A Killa So I Can't Be Kind
Frite Night Every Night
For A Sucka Punk Motherfucker
Kill Him Slow
Like A Rock To A Clucker
Bustas Recognize Look Me In The Eye
And See Death
Step Into My Game Without A Ref
I Bless You With The Dose To Your Tongue
Make You See Visions Of Death
People Hung
I Come From The Dungeons Of Doja
Put A Stick Of Dinamite In Your Mouth
And Explode Ya
I Should Be Dead
Talkin' Is Crazy
But There Hasn'