🎵 A View 2 a Kill // by NATAS

5 ContributorsA View 2 a Kill Lyrics (Intro: Esham) Free yo' mind and yo' ass will follow The Kingdom of Heaven is within Most motherfucker's minds are hollow That's why they're committed to sin I'ma shoot yo' mind like I was runnin' up in the Post Office You can't understand what I'm goin' through Motherfuckers can't see that I'm my worst enemy Can't dig what I dug Check it (Verse 1: Mastamind) Can you dig it Or must I pass yo' ass a shovel So we can dig it I dance with the Devil Now I can get wicket You can't see what I see I see you through a scope I sprayed ya for the gun smoke Made ya choke Mastamind blows ya down Who the fuck then why the fuck you Comin' round tryin' to clown I got that crew I got that bad crew I got that bad crew We doin' what we did Because we had to The moon's settin' Now we comin' like Armageddon I got you in my scope I see you sweatin' I'm 'bout to carry out my plan Maybe carry out a man The fire inside was lit Something inside me clicked Shit, what to do Time to take a head hunt Death is just a game to me So I'll be leavin' you dead, punk One less bitch on my mind, now I can chill I knew what I had to do I got a view to a kill (Verse 2: Mastamind) I'm 'bout to take you on a trip You won't know where you went I see your gravesite marked on my blueprint How does it feel to be marked I know you can't see where I'm comin' from 'Cause I come straight out the dark Surprise, nigga Open yo' eyes, nigga Fuck with the wrong nigga Nigga die, nigga die, nigga I [???] with that [???] Advising all y'all But you hear it anyway 'cause duty calls So it's mine I'ma take it now And get my sacred vows I got it all planned out So don't wonder how What you know about this and that You don't know jack shit Your head is my target When I aim it and I hit Straight from that crew is your teacher Here's your horror feature Worse than a tormented preacher Pleased to meet ya This shit is real I'm stayin' true ta A troubleshoota This ain't nothing new to a killa I'm 'bout to do ya Who's runnin' shit Who's the king of the hill You don't know like I know, fool I got a view to a kill (Verse 3: Mastamind) The time is right In the still of the night To blow you down I feel like bustin' rounds God how many shells hit the ground Please man, policeman come get done I won't run, I'll never run with a gun I'd love to see your blood spill like that I kill like that 'cause I'm ill like that You don't understand The confessions of a madman He should have ran Now blood's on my hands No doubt I take the homicidal route Let my caps rain out Let 'em blow your brain out Niggas don't know what time it is 'til I tell 'em All they do is drop dimes Dirty rats, I smell 'em Mastamind knows yo' name and yo' game so chill I see life through a scope I got a view to a kill