Ted the Poet - Killas At They Door (feat. Mista Thoed & NBLYFE) Lyrics

I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door
I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door

I heard you bought watch, so you buying your time
But your time's all mine
I take your tine and I take all your shine
Kinda like an eclipse, guard your eyes
Bitch don't look up or you will get shook up like dice
I got a 9 in my hand
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the size of my dick
But the gun got a dick and it's a 9, goddamn
I ain't right in the head
Bri-bri-bring me two cups full of ice and some syrup for my Sprite
I'm killin' these niggas, they know it's on sight
I tuck 'em in bed, they going night-night
Say hello to the Sandman
Walkin' with a lean like he can't stand
He ain't even smoke that second-hand
He be stuntin' on niggas, no stuntman
Sandman coming like the reaper
Took a handful of mollies with the preacher
Can't cheat on death, he'll seek ya
Gra-gra-grab you by the hand and delete ya
Ta-ta-take you to the pits of Hell and make you yell
I'm sorry, you can't hide
The Devil just called me collect and all he said was

I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door
I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door

Hold up, why the f*ck Teddy outside?
I mean it's exactly the time that he said he'd arrive
But I ain't think he'd do it
What's in his hand? Ugh
I know he ain't aiming to use it
It's 3 in the f*cking morning!
You ain't wanna listen to my f*cking warning!
Stop! Okay, what do you want? I'm sorry
I don't wanna hear it, I'mma bust the door in!
I ain't even mean what I said!
Man, you couldn't just leave me on read?
I'mma put this f*cking thing through your head!
I got a gun, if I squeeze it, you're dead
No, you sold it last week for some bread!
How'd he know that?
F*ck! Thought I was pussy?
You ain't tryna catch a charge, just look we
Can ta
I don't like me when I
Lose my mind, evil side
Brutalize, then it's CSI
Tube inside for food supply
They don't even know just who am I
What I try to keep inside
Let shit slide, then people try
See red, and I might not even think twice, bitch

I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door
I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door

Pain in my heart, but more pain in my chest
When I know what I have to do, breaking them legs
But no good luck charm, just the moonstruck part
Of the killing and the biting when I'm feasting on your neck
Kick down your door, I'm at your home
Make a nigga's spine shake from the audible tone in my voice
Got no choice but to ache you some more
Chiropractor nigga, cracking your bones
You might want to move aside
When I got the chainsaw, I'mma utilize
The new tools, man I have a new surprise
For you, it's the truth that the end is nigh
Suicide doors, blood on Dior
It's a crime of passion, 'cause I took what I want
I'm a ghost floating, coast through abyss
Feat on your heart, but then next is your ribs
Killers at this place, uh, I might take your face off
Blind you just like Ray Charles, no repentin', I remain charred
Killers at this place, uh, I might take your face off
Blind you just like Ray Charles, no repentin', I remain charred

I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door
I'mma slide, we gon' ride
Homicide, they gon' die
Suicide if you come outside
Crucified like Jesus Christ
They want smoke, but they gon' choke
Flood the block, see if they float
Best to pray and have some hope
'Cause they got killas at they door