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"I'm Killin' Em" is a track by Meek Mill, from the album Flamerz 3: The Wait Is Over, released 12th March 2010. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] (Flamerz!) I'm killin' these niggas Somebody call the fuckin' coroner! (These niggas is dead!) It's Meek Milly, nigga Jahlil Beats, holla at me! [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I say, dirty money, new work Smell it on my new shirt (Smell that!) Lying make these niggas feel good but the truth hurt A lot of niggas do dirt, get it in return But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms Bloods dripping, tissue burn Bullets rip your soul up Hollow tips fucking up your head like a bowl cut When my niggas roll up, they be like "hold up" But I be like "fuck that" cause I do enough rap Rubber make them pussies bow down like a touchback (Yeah!) I ain't with the talking, tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap (Spark 'em) Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood Dicked down ski'd up Hoes down, G's up (I remember!) I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Uzi Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy (Watch out!) Truthfully, I don't be up on that gun shit (Nah!) I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young bitch (Yeah!) You niggas on that dumb shit, bum shit My niggas got them birds and come and get a drumstick (Brrrrr) I am cooked crack to the oils All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil You niggas ain't loyal Money, envy and greed will destroy you All over a dollar sign (A dollar sign) Meek Milly, I am Columbine And I'm hotter than you niggas like a thousand times [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm killin' em, call a coroner Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar Perfect timing, I'm shining Like a diamond, but never mind it I'm killin' em, I'm killin''em I'm killin' em, call a coroner I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I'm killin' em, call a coroner [Verse 2: Red Cafe] You niggas ain't thoro, see me scream "uh-oh" I pop with the uh-oh, what the fuck is up cuzzo? (What else?) My dogs off the muzzle (Yeah) My president is black (Huh!) The Lac, the MAC, and everything's black I'm back for the stacks, ho nigga, call a coroner On the e-way I got the body in the [?] (Hah!) My niggas is riders (Yeah), we the frequent flyers (Yeah) Why you think the cars ain't got no muhfuckin' mileage? Shake down violent, serve it to them raw Like I took off the Trojan middle finger to the law (Yeah) Ya I'm killin' em, Set It Off stealin' em Run up on em strapped with the goons Meek Millin' em If it pop off in the club, my niggas started it Crime rate go up, my stacks be a part of it I'm a rockstar, you can call me Sonny Bono I'm a cowboy, you can call me Tony Romo, argh! [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm killin' em, call a coroner Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar Perfect timing, I'm shining Like a diamond, but never mind it I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I'm killin' em, call a coroner I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I'm killin' em, call a coroner [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Uh, green light, red light Shining like a headlight (Shining!) Shwaty got her head right I be there every night (Yessir!) But fuck that, I be stuck in the trap like I'm a dead mice Watching for them fed lights, trying to get my bread right (Argh!) Yeah, I'm like Stroehmann if you know me (Stroehmann) Grey and black spur on dubs call it Ginobili (Ha-ha) You niggas like 40, can't stick me to hold me I'll kill you if you think about telling like Boldy (Murder) Cause all that snitching shit, we don't play that (We don't play that!) That K will spin a nigga wheel, Pat Sajak (Ha!) Abandoned houses (Houses), where the tape at? (Where the tape at?) Pool stick all in his ass, tell him, "Take that" (Love it!) I need a Maybach, better yet a Phantom If you killin' these niggas out there, this the anthem (This the anthem!) I ain't a pretty nigga (Naw), I ain't handsome (Naw!) I'm just grimy, with a MAC-90 (Brrrat!) I'm from North Side but South Side where you find me (Yeah!) In the trenches where ninety percent of niggas grimy (Grimy!) And they dirty, clips whole thirty On the block with that Yao Ming, you heard me My north niggas, they'll kill you for a point (A point) They kidnap your mom and rape your sister for a joint (Rape her) Shot your daddy in the head All over that money they'll carry you to bed Yeah... he-he [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm killin' em, call a coroner Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar Perfect timing, I'm shining Like a diamond, but never mind it I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I'm killin' em, call a coroner I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I'm killin' em, call a coroner
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