Killer Video (MV)

Kill motherf*ckers, leave em without a pulse
I told my bitch she got the wrong juice I like with some pulp
Snort enough coke to get you motherf*ckers cross the coast
The Cosa Nostra business, through nostril candy and needle dope
Need a couple reasons to get it poppin' with evil hoes
Did a show down in LA, sent one of my Mecha clones
Keep that double barrel tucked that Omar Little
Big eagle walk with a limp, just like T.O.'s ankle
But still rackin' the numbers just like cartel pesos
Only angels up in the streets who ended up with them halos
This loose cannon exude damage, see this planet ain't big enough
How you want the truth but can't stand it
I can't manage myself So by the time you plan it
I'll be across the map, somewhere where my sanity's salvaged
My feet planted on God's green earth, and while this bitch spin
I'll take a pint of whiskey and chase it with tabs of Vicodin
Or maybe I'll just sing my songs until it stop again
Keep this bitch spinnin' like Tekken up on my Sega did
You wait a bit And this underdog bitin' off of your skin
Rippin' off the flesh if you try to take me for granted kid
My whole f*ckin' room filled with savages
They ain't gon' never let us chill where they Hamptons is
So we rackin' up with the damages
Pray to the Lord that made you this way
I accepted who I was a long time ago
I keep it tonier than Toni Toni Toni
Told my bitch I need that beach house, it made me Master Roshi
Told my bitch I need to eat out, and got that cut of Kobe
Smokin loud, pack in the lobby he got the security chokin
I came a long way, loosen the Devil chains
Ain't saying that I done found God or even kept the faith
All I know there's one devil, he speak to me daily
But I don't talk back or do no business, that's lookin' shady
I had a few constituents that's up on my team
Few folks with law degrees and goonies all with the laser beams
Don't think that I be sayin' things, not my nature
Entertainment business is easy, I just needed a chaser
Pass shooters in the corner like Mark Jackson on the pacers
Laker boy for life, you see that purple like when I blaze up
There ain't no f*ckin' thing you safe from, call every church involved
Preacher, priest, and Pope don't want none
Don't got the f*ckin' balls to step to me mono y mono
That kids a crazy vato
Order number two at Roscoe's
My heat inside the Tahoe
Every line you put in court don't mean a f*ckin' thing
I've wanted death as a teen, so what you think, I'm scared to bleed
Pitiful dog, look at you, ain't shit that you gon' bow to do
I see through every one of you
If you want another word, do me this favor
Get a million dollars in cash and send it to the Yen Transfer