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'97 3-6 Freestyle - Killer Mike (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Paul D Beauregard
Paul D Beauregard
Songwriter
Tim Moore
Tim Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twhy Xclusive
Twhy Xclusive
Producer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Adam Pena
Adam Pena
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Paul D Beauregard
Paul D Beauregard
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Killer Michael
Killer
Killer (DJ Paul)
Killer
Killer
TWhy, you did it, you heard?
[Chorus]
Big Daddy Michael, tall like an Eiffel
One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle
I stand up in court and lie, one hand on the Bible
'Cause I don't rat on co-des or my motherfuckin' rivals
It's Michael
[Verse 1]
Mashin' gas, I'm blowin' gas, yeah, that pressure
Gasoline dream, only I don't fuck with Tesla
My granddaddy couldn't read, but he was wise as a professor
Told me, "Baby, you can never own what you can never measure
That pussy, you can't own it 'cause somebody else'll stretch her
So be about yourself and your money," I said, "Yes, sir"
Aye, Mr. Willie Wisdom helped his grandson make a milli'
And now I got a village, but that ain't nobody business
I let these dumbies keep thinkin' I'm rappin' and I'm trappin'
These stupid **** ask of me, "aye, Michael, aye, what happened?"
These stupid **** think that I fell off and life is hardest
Just made a hundred K openin' for Rage up at the Garden
Aye, bitch, I ain't the Knicks, ho, I'm never losin'
And, bitch, I ain't a pimp, but your bitch is steady choosin'
Choosy Susie got me bustin' on her booty like an Uzi
My missus right there tellin' this young bitch how she should do me
Chew me, chew me till you hear me goin', "Ah," then go gooey
Later on, we blow reefer like our name is Bob and Rita
Better yetter, we are somethin' like a Martin and Coretta
And if one of us die, just know they bury us together (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Leanin' in my Demon, doin' donuts, Krispy Kremin'
And you pussy **** hatin' still ridin' a player penis
I'm the cleanest, I'm the meanest that your ass has ever seen-est
You should hail this young genius as if he's another Jesus
Man, I am a leader that is hated by elitists
And my life ain't been the sweetest, ain't no bowl of Reese's Pieces
And thank God for that 'cause too much sugar give you diabetes
Lately, I been walkin' through the backcountry of Georgia
Prayin', meditatin', tryna keep my mind in order
'Cause I was this here close to havin' pussy **** slaughtered
To my lawyer and my plumber, yeah, I'm forever grateful
'Cause I don't clean up my own shit 'cause that's what they get paid for
Pussy ****, get your ass up, fuck some pussy, get some paper
And after you get paper, be like Nip' and help your neighbor
And then you help another **** double up his figures
And then you **** ain't got to cry like you **** victims
[Chorus]
Yeah, it's Big Daddy Michael, tall like an Eiffel
One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle
I stand up in court and lie, one hand on the Bible
'Cause I don't rat on co-des or my motherfuckin' rivals
It's Michael
[Outro]
Killer
Killer
Killer
Killer Michael
Killer
Killer Michael
Killer
Written by: Michael Render, Paul D Beauregard, Tim Moore, Warryn Campbell
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