Video Serial Killer de 50 Cent 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

50 Cent - Serial Killer Lyrics

[Intro: Cutty Ranks]
Six million ways to die, choose one

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is more than a rhyme
It's a moment in time (Yeah!)
Stop, listen to what's goin' on in my mind (Haha)
One hand on your shine, one hand on the nine
Squeeze a hollow-tip'll chip a bone in your spine (Woooooh)
May I remind these niggas, I line these niggas
I been doin' 'em dirty, they say I'm 7:30
Catch me hollerin' "fuck it" ridin' in a bucket
Tints on a Regal, stunt nigga I'll leave you
The hammer hit the shell'll leave that ass in a fetal
Ride with the eagle so prеgenital
My flow's so lethal, it should be illеgal
Eight bars'll make a nigga wan' kill people
This machine gun funk, decay in the trunk with the clip loaded to the tip ready to dump

[Verse 2: 40 Glocc & 50 Cent]
[?] [?] hit 'em up, where you niggas from?
Exchange a few words, pull a blamer and dump (Uh-huh)
He got what he deserved for tryna play me a punk
I'm in the hood posted daily with the semis and pumps (It's the Unit)
[?] thirty ridin' dirty in the back of the trunk (Haha)
Adrenaline pumpin', palms sweaty as fuck
S.P.I. [?] shotgun, blowin' a blunt (Yeah!)
When them shells start flyin' better know how to run (Yeah)
If you ain't up on thangs
40 Glocc's the name, [?] city's the gang
I'm in Honda gettin' blunted, get the fuck [?] the lane (Haha)
Put a canister kick in your [?]
[?] [?] gon' be a bitch, let these niggas know (What!)
What's up with you? who you wit? we go for broke (Ha)
Walk up to you at your crib, kick in your door
And lay your kids and your bitch both on the floor
It's a gangbang thang, represent for the land and try to pick as many off as you can (L.A.!)
Put your burner gloves on, homie (L.A., L.A., L.A.) stick to the plan
I send the lil homies after your ass (L.A., L.A., I.E.)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Serial killa
Serial Killa
Serial killa
Wake up every morning to my Lucky Charm cereal
Serial killa
Serial Killa
Serial killa
Wake up every morning to my Lucky Charm cereal

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Just one dose of my dope shit'll have you floatin'
High than a muhfucker, wide open
You need me, to know what to do next
My jewelry, my uzi'll open your neck
They call me O.P.P., the NYPD sick, they can't find the guns when they search my whip
Nigga it's a danger zone, welcome to hell
You finna die right now 'cause nigga we kill (Huh)
Gunfire leave kids at home 'cause them shots don't discriminate where they leave holes
Here we go, it's another one, I come for you, son
Right at your wedding, mad shots through your [?] [?]
I'm at your funeral back for more
Your family duck, my bullets chip tombstones
Yeah, fouler than foul, grimy as shit
It's Guerilla Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep, bitch
We not partners or brothers, naw
Fuck out my face and meet your God
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa