Waking up from
my grave in a fucking rage
Cause niggas like Granddaddy
G has to get paid
A psycho nigga from Burgundy
And I don't realize why a nigga
had to nurse the fuck with me
Cut his head off and threw it in a ditch
The next thing you know
I'm grabbing for this nigga's dick
I cut that off and shove it
down this nigga's throat
My name is Silky Slim,
I like to eat dead goats
I'm a fuckin' psycho nigga,
my brain's insane
And every time you up with me,
I'll kill again, bang
Cause niggas like me
could never ever give a fuck
A young ass nigga that was
down on his luck
Robbed a nigga for two keys
and got back on my feet
But not on making much money
in the fuckin' hood, gee
Robbing motherfuckers,
pimping bitches and shit
Because that nigga Silky Slim
would never ever give a shit
You talk about killin' me,
killin' ya first
Because one day I'll have to
roll away in a fuckin' hearse
And when that day comes,
mama, please don't cry
Cause I die representin'
the fuckin' Big Southside
Yeah, the killer be killed
G to the E -A -D -E -N -D, nigga
What do it spell?
Who else could it be?
It's homicide, snake, shadow
and silky -slim, bitch
Nig gas in black, bound to attack,
watchin' fools bite the dust
The dust that's been brushed,
says the bus is a must
Cause you niggas couldn't fade us
I grab the gat and I tap,
cause it's like that
Four niggas found dead,
bloody heads and bloody backs
Not givin' a F -U -Z to the check
So nigga be like Jodeci
and stay if you wanna pay
Cause niggas don't play with slay,
puttin' fools away
Today ain't a good day, so taste my AK,
How could you fig ure
that your trigger was bigger?
You never knew this nigga
would scrap your punk, nigga
It goes to show that I'm
lettin' the bullets flow
So when you ever see me, nigga, do a G -O
I get crazy with rain and do a show
I pick a nigga out the crowd
so we can go toe to toe
Right, left, right,
right, then it's over
Treat you like a dog
and make you face my bone rover
I get gripped, never slip,
when I do my rhyme
I screw doggy, dog, nigga,
fuck, one time
Cause I don't give a fuck,
I kill a cop for a thrill
Ha ha ha ha,
it's Killer B. King
Watch my back,
so these niggas won't attack
Remember no slag,
so I cop the hammer back
I don't start shit,
but nigga I pack a finish
Like MC8, I'm a straight
up fucking menace
Now take a look around,
and nigga what you see
You make the wrong decision
and you might be seeing me
Black panties, black beanie,
and some steel toe boots
I lean up to your nose,
got you screaming don't shoot
So what do you know,
a 5 .0 from the back
Erase that point,
and smell the smoke from my cat
And then I smash out
I'm headed for home to hide out
Time out I'm hopin' that the
sheriffs don't find out
I'm flexin' back to the tilt
I'm thinkin' about the blood
that the nine just spilt
It's just your luck I had to be like that
But, but, but, so now you best to
watch your back
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin',
niggas, it's crazy up in here
You know what I'm sayin',
brain dead is in the house
That n***a slim, that n***a muff,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Get your heat, take a seat,
mothafucka think you best become real
You ain't got the mothafuckin' skills,
you know what I'm sayin'?
This is some gangsta shit,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, it's kill or be killed
You