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Mr. Bill Collector lyrics
[Hook: Krayzie (Layzie)]
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous)
And if them runnin off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
(Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo )
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Don t be fuckin with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit the wall, watch em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can t fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
now test me,
Never ever let a nigga ride when he think he fin to slide,
Pop him in the spine, get him for the money,
Nigga tried to play me and dash,
And that s why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell he
And me never want to see no,
Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga ends low,
If he scared to smoke a primo,
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no.
Gotta make that money man,
Gimme all my change, it s a murder thang, now
Even in the dummy game,
niggas comin up slain for collectin they claim
Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge,
leather mask and nigga, me blast,
So ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector,
Rippin killin niggas for that mad money thang
[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
Niggas steady payin them dues, runnin with trues,
Nothin to lose, everything to prove,
Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin ,
Always on the come up creepin ,
Runnin this shit now puttin that Bone down,
Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese,
Movin thangs in the nine-five, rollin with
Ruthless, thuggin with my niggas from the Clair,
And we smokin them green leaves, fuck with me now,
Oh nigga don t test rest, straight Leatherface in the place
On a mission don t be messin with my bankroll,
Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes,
And I m bettin on me takin no more losses,
Put em in a coffin, and they life is better off,
And these niggas they don t know me they can t know me,
Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin with the muthafuckin Bone see,
Nigga gotta get me mine on the nine-nine,
In the nine-five, bodies dropping
When you hear my pistol select ah dome,
Respect that True how s the underground shit,
Mr. Bill Collector, Bone
[Hook]
[Verse 3:Wish Bone]
Nigga take it off thank ya,
Please don t make me stank ya,
Time to pay the bill, write your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect em
Mo Thug, sellin dubs, pumpin slugs all up in that rectum check em,
Click-click, fall to the ground when the glock pop,
nigga chest pump blood,
And takin too long, better drop it on down,
or ya catchin two to the head,
Shoulda gave em up bitch,
To the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now you dead dead,
Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime,
Sellin rocks on the nine-nine,
Gotta put him on the pave,
If ya want to die, put em in the grave,
Better give me all them dimes.
[Bridge: Krayzie (Layzie)]
I didn t want to take his life,
But the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello,
(Now you see me, the murderer.)
[4x]
[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]
Sawed-off pumpin , dumpin
Steadily all the way to the other side we ride,
Sherm, when I hit that corner now, niggas is bout to die,
Thugsta theivin off in Cleveland,
And I couldn t sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone ll be bringin that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don t fuck with brains,
Put in my mind all off on my murder,
Murder y all all, and I flees the scene.
Clean, and I m out to fade em.
Hey, and I m out for money, gauged em,
Better pray to save em, but it won t do any good, now.
Bang bang, caution I lossin me brain,
Get em up off the cane, bang,
Kill a nigga, bang,
Peel a trigger, bang,
Comin up out to wet em, man.
Off with the blood,
Put em in the mud with a slug thug gotta get paid,
Reachin on back as we bail to pick up me shells,
No slippin the buck and the gauge spray,
Sawed-off on the block cocked, ready to pop ya, now,
Cause broke gets played,
This dope get paid,
And nigga, come drop it down
[Hook 3x]
Your rent s due, muthafucka!
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