Kay-Slay-Dem Songtext

[Uncle Murda:]
Damn! - If I ain't the hottest
Then that mean there ain't no more roaches in the projects. (PICTURE THAT!)
And man - if I ain't the realest
Then the cops who killed Sean Bell ain't no killers. (You know they crooked!)
I'm good for listenin' while lettin' my Tec pop
If I ain't hit ya in the head I gave ya a neck shot. (BANG!)
And whoever I get on the track with
Better go hard and not spit no wack shit! (GO HARD!)
I'll put ya sixteen in the dirt
Just to get to my part. - Dudes will fast forward your verse.
When your dead you just die you don't feel shit (you don't!)
Rest In Peace to homeboy I'm fuckin his bitch (I am!)
I'm lookin for a papi to front me them bricks (papi!)
When it's bam back time I ain't up for no shit. (I ain't got it!)
He told his connect how I played him
He lucky I ain't pulled out that "'K" and "Slayed" him! - AHHHHHHHHH!

[Chorus: Kanye West sample from "Can't Tell Me Nothin'" (Mistah Fab)]
Cause after all of the drama, cause after all of the drama Cause after all of the drama - Kay Slayed 'em!
Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay- Kay Slayed 'em! - Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay- Kay Slayed 'em!
Cause after all of the drama, 'cause after all of the drama
Cause after all of the drama, Kay Slayed 'em!
Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay- Kay Slayed 'em! - Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay-Kay- Kay Slayed 'em! (Mistah FAB)

[Mistah FAB:]
Cause after all of the drama still a piranha
Hated like Osama but loved like Obama.
Raised by my mama in projects - pissy hallways
Gunshots they all day death seen it in broad day.
Crackheads are wise but they don't use they wisdom
Rich people thinkin' they riches - they can take it with them.
Peep the prism that I give them my science - help build on them
In the days of swag rap, reveal skill on 'em!
Park benches in neighborhoods I still chill on 'em
Knuckleheads get out of line, we pull the steel on 'em.
Can't steal on 'em cause niggas they takin faves
You have to kill a nigga cause niggas ain't gettin' played.
Raised in the hood by the hoodlums, - and ruffians
Niggas that didn't used to do nothin' now they shootin' men.
Church boys turned to turf boys! - It's the worst boy!
Mama cryin' in tears, her son on the shirt boy!

[Chorus]

[Grafh:]
UH! - Cause after all of the drama, I Kay Slayed 'em!
I StreetSweeped them, I AK'd 'em! (whoo!)
Bread ain't breakin a safe haven! (come!)
I ate steak while they ate bacon (yum!) they fake they are Clay Aiken! (it's on!)
Me and Kay Slay payed day in (uh!)
Have your brain on the wall like one of KaySlay's spray paintings. (pow!)
How you made they made day in I rep Jamaica Queens
Like the E, and the F and the J train station. (ohh!)
Whoever try and play, they racin up the highway to heaven
Try to take Satan on vacation. (amen!)
I hate hatin'! (huh?) - I whip it whip it while I'm flake bakin'
I put a grip up in the Playstation. (nice!)
This is niggarific! (huh?) - This is dedication. (yes!)
This you gotta sniff it! (sniff!) - This is medication! (oh!)
When this get in your system (huh?) - this is penetratin
It gets (hah!) you wicked (hah!) or when (hah!) your ventilatin' (hah!) - BREATHE!

[Chorus]