snitch? You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots 'Cause your license to kill
They can drop a few tracks or spar a few minds The God, home from the pen, he left the yard behind Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license
apocalypse, back by popular demand Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous Put a fist in the sky "Licensed to kill" italicized
A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! (yeeah!) These lame nigga's say they body's is endless Get in my lane they license to kill
I never lost endurance And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose
of murderous intimate In hand to hand combat or atomic bombs that disintegrate Let me reiterate, in a state of neurosis A license to kill, plus an expert
we doing Soon you?ll find yourself under their influence I?m throwin' thunderbolts like Zeus makin' waves like Poseidon I?ve got my license to kill you
crackin'? It's the one and only Buc-motherfuckin'-Fifty Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville I've got a license to kill And as for
stolen, motor still going Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killas
magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill
my veins I'm light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches Throwin' me kisses, takin' my pictures License to kill
shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a Chavala As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill 'Cause if you don't and
Don, I came from the streets Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets I got that permit to bury ya ice grill Shoulda named this album hurr, 'Licensed To Kill
, real life Stigmata You tryin to win fights, runnin backwards like Oscar Dirty white boy, dirty dirty, filthy filthy Half hillbilly, half the world wanna kill
we flash and pop How long must we show demons We can't be stopped Can they fuck with you, no Their brain frames are too slow The villain will kill '
know we got it locked way out of state What? Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Put it through everybody on my license plate (Aight) Ripping Mc
is real hot Need to make a nine so I rush your spot And it's like that when I got the Philly If you don't care someone else does the killing So when