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Download Perfect Execution by Krayzie Bone

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Krayzie Bone Perfect Execution lyrics

Krayzie:
Dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die). Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. (Die, die, die, die....){Get 'em!}

When I hit 'em wit' the rhythm, nigga chill 'em to the bone. I kill 'em wit' a lyric and them nigga's get it gone. I can never finish a song, because the competition never hold on that long. Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone. The wicked lyrical criminal's: one my own. The sickest indiviual: ya'll might know 'em. I'm blowin' nigga's mouths out. All I've shown, is I'm a monster. (Beast!) Rollin' through like the Nephilim. And I'm fuckin' up the best a them. Ok nigga let's pretend that you a bullet-proof vest: and I'm a automatic weapon it. And that chest you call yo'self protectin' is yo' title. Well when I'm releasin' this heat; it's vital--ya die. Goin' against me is suicidal. Kray' psycho like Michael. (Hee-heee!) Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the nine-nine. Drive by and I kill 'em wit' words. Blood and they mess fell all over the curb. Murda mo' some mo'. Hit 'em hard, get 'em all, kill 'em all. Hit the nigger in the heart, for havin' a thought. Then hit 'em in the brain, for thinkin' they can hang (hang).

Perfect execution. Blast assassination. Murda mo' (Killa!), murda mo', murda mo' (Killa..killa!), murda mo', murda! {x4}

I told ya'll, I was about to get it crackin'. Keepin' it blazed; can't fade Krayzie Jackson. Creep wit' the AK straight aimed exactly; into the brain, bang-bang. Stranged wit' platinum. I'm a magnum for hittin' records. Truck a nigga like Madden 'em; blitz heavy. No floss, so believe that ya seen what'cha saw. So raw, make ya broad wanna get naked. 'Cause I spit that fire dawg; hot heat to burn ya. Had to take a little bit of me to learn ya. If anybody really got beef that stroll up and sure enough they gon' get broke and rolled up. Get smoked and fold up it up. I'm kinda like a fo'-fo'; just load me up, yup. I run out, bust: I'm like an AK-47. Under the dust is where them mothafucka's repping--check 'em. But ask 'em how they got there. Leatha Face let the sawed-off pop, yeah (yeah, yeah..). Makin' sure that all the bullshit stop there. 'Cause twenty of 'em verse me still is not fair; just not fair. We always don't get to finish. You ever seen a nigga so ill and so wicked? (None like me before.) Nigga feel like you illin' to this then come get it (come get it, come get it..).

Perfect execution. Blast assassination. Murda mo' (Killa!), murda mo', murda mo' (Killa..killa!), murda mo', murda! {x4}

Dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die). Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. (Die, die, die, die....)