Execution Style

By Jae Millz

On Dead Presidents

Released on 2010

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[Verse 1: Jae Millz]

Hey, yo I don't give a fuck who with 'em

I want 'em all dead

Let the mack eleven conversate with his forehead

I wanna see your thoughts splattas

Bitch I put this uzi in ya mouth

And squeeze the trigger like a fat ass

Shoot 'em in the fucking face

Chainsaw 'em down

Streets tell 'em what it is

"execution style"

Layin' chest down, Broke his arms

Get his dome too

Guess I'll see ya next life time like "buy-do"

I decorate your fucking outfit with red dots

No photographers in here

But we specialize in head shots

Jae won't miss ya

Mister I'm like Adolf Hitler

Nigga I'll Schindler's List ya

Goodnight I'll let the AK long kiss ya

Murder all ya loved ones but no one will miss ya

'course I got murder money

Like Griselda Blanco

Lay a nigga down pronto, execution style


[Chorus: T-Streets]

I ain't grow up soft

I grew up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga play me wrong

And I'ma shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style


[Chorus: Jae Millz]

I ain't grow up soft

I grew up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga play me wrong

And I'ma shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style


[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

2 clickers pointed at cha 6 pack

Click, clack

Turn this motherfucka to a rib shack

Exit wounds to the back of ya head

Put the pillow on the barrel

Catch you nappin' in bed

Execution is no resolution

21 gun salute, revolution

I could getcha brains for the low

Like I got it from a booster

You pussy in the gun, gonna douche ya

Catch you waking up while you yawning

The nine with the beam

Rise and shine, good mornin'

Spaghetti on ya garments

Pasta your posture

Cook 'em like a foreman

Crack 'em like a lobster

Pop star, mop 'em

Stand on top of 'em

Point blank range till ya not

Then I pop 'em

Rock 'em, drop 'em

Two hallow tips to ya noggin

Kill 'em execution style

Nigga no problem


[Chorus: T-Streets]

I ain't grow up soft

I grew up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga play me wrong

And I'ma shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style


[Chorus: Jae Millz]

I ain't grow up soft

I grew up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga play me wrong

And ima shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Somebody, Nobody, Yo Buddy

Nail your head with nobody

Oh I didn't wanna step to me

I'm from the home of the steppers

And no one take time out

I'm like New Orleans like weather

Every so devious, mean and mischievous

We all gotta eat

And I'm the motherfuckin' greediest

Check my previous, I'm the hardest

They the easiest

They wanna know what Weezy is

And what kinda disease he is

I can't be cured, ya can't cure

Gotta scope and a red beam for when I ain't sure

Peek-a-boo mutherfucka I see ya

You a pussy

And I would love to be Gonorrhea

Straight run up in your casa tie up mama-mia

Let her getchu on the phone

Gun will hurt of the ear

I ain't playing right now

No not right now

I'll shot you in your muthafukin smile

Hahaha


[Chorus: T-Streets]

I ain't grow up soft

I grew up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga play me wrong

And I'ma shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style


[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]

I ain't come up soft

I came up wild

Neva gave a fuck, and I don't give a fuck now

Bitch nigga trynna play me

And I'ma shoot 'em down

Kill his whole motherfuckin' family

Execution style