CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Overkill
Ayy (Westside, we goin' for the overkill)
Look (Campanella Gang)
(It's your boy DJ Tray)
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this sh*t is real (Now you know this sh*t is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this sh*t is real
Blood, wе goin' for the overkill
Ayy, I'm with some n***as that'll pop up (Pop up)
Pick that mop up and go and clean your whole block up (Clean your whole block up)
Street sweep a n***a whole block with that chop, huh (That chop, huh)
And I'm from Campanella Gang, they can't stop us (Nah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, we don't do the Fanta (Hell nah)
Probably ridin' in the hood in a f**kin' Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Torch a n***a with that nine or that Smith & Wesson (Or that Smith & Wesson)
I'ma give that boy a halo, hope he catch a blessing (Skrrt)
I be thuggin', I be trippin' with convicted felons (Convicted felons)
Man down, headshot, bust a n***a melon
Hit your block with that chop, call it 9/11 (9/11)
We gon' bomb the whole building, man, we like some terrorists (Like some terrorists)
In the set, I'm a vet and that's no queston (No question)
To the opps, I'm a threat with that pole blammin' (Pole blammin')
Slide through, bounce out, we with all that (We with all that)
Catch a n***a slippin', man down in all black (Man down)
Look (Campanella Gang)
(It's your boy DJ Tray)
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this sh*t is real (Now you know this sh*t is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this sh*t is real
Blood, wе goin' for the overkill
Ayy, I'm with some n***as that'll pop up (Pop up)
Pick that mop up and go and clean your whole block up (Clean your whole block up)
Street sweep a n***a whole block with that chop, huh (That chop, huh)
And I'm from Campanella Gang, they can't stop us (Nah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, we don't do the Fanta (Hell nah)
Probably ridin' in the hood in a f**kin' Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Torch a n***a with that nine or that Smith & Wesson (Or that Smith & Wesson)
I'ma give that boy a halo, hope he catch a blessing (Skrrt)
I be thuggin', I be trippin' with convicted felons (Convicted felons)
Man down, headshot, bust a n***a melon
Hit your block with that chop, call it 9/11 (9/11)
We gon' bomb the whole building, man, we like some terrorists (Like some terrorists)
In the set, I'm a vet and that's no queston (No question)
To the opps, I'm a threat with that pole blammin' (Pole blammin')
Slide through, bounce out, we with all that (We with all that)
Catch a n***a slippin', man down in all black (Man down)
