Who Killed It?

Lyrics for Who Killed It?

Look here see Pretty Mike shanked two-face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation Microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam, damn that was my jam Now she's on the lamb She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher He says, "One glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker" They say her old man's a bootlegger Transporting in any weather And at this rate we'll never get her Fellas, think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party What are you guys havin', the same? Waiter another round for the gang It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes freckle face So I said, "See you later" 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B. is not president" Well, what do ya say? Ya see? Ya see? Ya see? Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in Cypress? One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children's story" We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said, "It's gettin' late, come on, give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates" What are ya born '77 or '78? She says, "Nah, it goes way to an earlier date Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx" Now she shows me the cash I said, "Who's Clive? Don't play with me skirt" She said, "Clive Campbell, he's cool Herc Ah-ha, ah-ha Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She said, "If you really love me I'll come back alive" Hip hop is so fucking dead