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Killer Mike - ACT UP ft. Young Nudy (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Songwriter
Tristan Robertson
Tristan Robertson
Songwriter
Alex Levesque
Alex Levesque
Songwriter
Cory Washington
Cory Washington
Songwriter
Kingsley Nwadije
Kingsley Nwadije
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travagant
Travagant
Producer
Obi Nwadije
Obi Nwadije
Producer
Sydney Wolfe
Sydney Wolfe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
Recording Engineer
Project Pa$$ion
Project Pa$$ion
Recording Engineer
Renegade El Rey
Renegade El Rey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hahahaha)
Hahahaha
I told you I was comin', Killer (Yeah, bitch)
I'm tellin' you, yeah
I told you, yeah, I told you
I knew I told you
I heard about you, I'm tellin' you
[Verse 1]
Let your worth ethic determine your worth
All for the family, the money come first
Blue Flame on a Sunday, it's rainin' in church
Can't see my dawgs, threw my dick in the dirt
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Rather die free than be locked up and burnt
Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person
Been 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm back in my Birkin
Top dawg, can't let go this shit, I got lockjaw
They say real back in style, yeah, that's my fault
If my name in they mouth, then it's G.O.A.T. talk
Got to get back to work, ain't no days off
Gave my normalcy up, that's what fame costs
Any opp on my list, scratch his name off
Make ten million, that's for every slave bought
Blacked out Range, I'm swervin'
Devil red guts, bloody murder
Rebel with a cause, Nat Turner
Boss up, still a hard worker
Pink lemonade doin' numbers, ask Burna, yeah
Jaw like a lock, I'm humble, uh
No progress without struggle, uh
I'm the next Herman J. Russell, uh
You lookin' like food in the jungle
[Bridge]
Quiet and kept, we make all the noise
Off the curb with the ATL Waterboyz
Play with them, not with us, we got all the toys
Can't tap in, they not valid, they null and void
This a hit, Barry Bonds, I'm on steroids
Feds is watchin' for real, I'm not paranoid
Back to back, black on black, murdered out the foreign
These big rocks on my watch look like asteroids
[Chorus]
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up)
If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap him)
I don't hang with no type of actors, all my **** 'bout action (Action)
[Verse 2]
Light, camera, action (Action)
The stick just gon' get to blastin' (Baow)
This shit right here gon' get nasty (Nasty)
We gon' kill ****, slump 'em in traffic (Slump 'em)
My dawg is really for real (Real)
They killin' this shit, this for real (For real)
We murderin' shit, nah, for real (Nah, for real)
Now twelve want us for real (For real, ****)
See, the rest of y'all ****, y'all pussy
Y'all **** snitch, y'all **** ain't real (Ain't real)
See, all my ****, we with it (We with it)
Get in this shit, we know what it is (We know what it is)
We know what it is in the field (Field)
Ain't with that shit, it ain't real (Uh-uh)
'Cause you get in the room and squeel (And squeel)
You lil' pussy-ass-**** for real, my dawg (Hold up), yeah
We gotta kill 'em all (We gotta kill 'em)
A hundred round stick, we fillin' 'em all (Fillin' 'em all)
We gotta kill 'em, dawg
We catch them slippin', we knockin' 'em off (We knockin' 'em off)
I don't care what it 'bout, don't care what it cost, we droppin' it off (Droppin' it off)
I don't care what it 'bout, we droppin' it off, we knockin' 'em off (Knockin' 'em off, yeah)
[Chorus]
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up)
If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap you)
I don't hang with no type of actors, all my **** 'bout action (Action)
[Outro]
All my **** 'bout action
All my **** 'bout action
Uh, I told you, uh, I told you
I knew I told you, yeah (Haha)
Written by: Alex Levesque, Bryan Jones, Cory Washington, Kingsley Nwadije, Michael Render, Quantavious T. Thomas, Tristan Robertson, Wil Anspach
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