Kill’ Em (OJ Simpson Remix)

[Intro: Scott Richardson, Beretta 9 & Islord] "Tell me a story That's never been told" "Wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo" "Aiyo, straight up and down—" "Wake the fuck up, yo—" [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] I blow a blunt, eat good, and blow another blunt I’m dumb high, I don't even know the fucking month But I do know, a lot of cats talk that shit But won't shoot though (Stop it) You brought your gun, I brought two though, both of them hitting your 2-door Just for being wack and pseudo And I don’t practice Judo, but chop shit When the ack stops (AK), you'll know, I pop your crew, bro My new 4 has no clue But soon to find out what a blast gon' do We take cash flow too Go in your pockets (Run it), there's kush bags on you (Come on) And the kicks beneath my calves so new He, who seen more, has more, so true I'm worldwide, who's siding with So many days on the plane, I could fly thе bitch I'm in the clouds, you in the hood, it's that plain And when I land, my plan is to slap lamеs [Chorus: Guilty Simpson] We gon’ kill ’em (Yes) We gon' kill ’em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill ’em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em! Kill 'em! Kill 'em! [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I did the mathematics, my foes are back at it So, I keep an automatic and my passport tatted Stay on the move, like rip off an icepick shootin' I live my whole life doing trife shit Mama did her best, we had food, had the rest But still I hit the bar and drank booze and a vest Paranoid, plotting on a plan to rule the game I much rather move the crowds than move the 'caine [Chorus: Guilty Simpson] We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em! Kill 'em! Kill 'em! [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Yo, I push a pen with ease and it's a breeze To make commodes out of these weak MC's It's nothin', you boys bluffin', you ain't holdin' 45 horse for the whores, stay rolled and On, I keep it so hood wit' em (Hood wit' em) My peeps'll tell you there's no good in 'em (No good in 'em) But why apologize, my enemies pop 9's So I hustled on some bread and went ahead and got mine I'll turn your household into rubble And your body parts resemble a jigsaw puzzle (Blat!) Put it together when we break shit up With black Beretta's, M-16's, Mac's or better [Chorus: Guilty Simpson] We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em (Yes) We gon' kill 'em! Kill 'em! Kill 'em! [Outro] "Yo, back up! Everybody, back up Everybody, back up! Off the stage Everybody, off the stage! Everybody get off the stage! Everybody, get off the stage! Back up Please, please, get off the stage If you want to continue, come on" One-two, one Everybody, off the stage! "Ladies and gentlemen! This is the big moment we've been waiting for"