Who dat? Who dat?
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
Crack a bat on your head; watch the blood spill down
Stab a knife in your back; watch your ass hit the ground
Straight killas all around, blood hounds in your town
So don't make a sound, or you end up underground
Who dat? A murderer, killa
And I'm out to get this scrilla
So run your chinchilla
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Well-known drug dealer and graveyard filler
Stay strapped, none realer; I'm your local life-stealer
Grim Reaper, I'll kill your ass just for sneakers
It's simple; my bullets will give your face dimples
Think you smart? I'll pop your brain like a pimple
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
If you think shit's sweet 'round here, then come visit
And walk in my shoes, and see if you can live it
Where people die everyday, stray shots from AK's
I'm black and I'm crazy nigga; I'll kill your baby
Then go on a melee and murder your lady
Then shoot out with cops, my nigga; I make it rainy
Twelve-year-olds with .380's rob old ladies
Who're scared to think that this could be their grandbaby
Pit bulls with rabies with owners who's crazy
Who feed them cocaine and have dog fights daily
Now this is what raised me, so f*ck you; pay me
Give me everything before you bleed red gravy
I'm not the type to think twice or speak twice
But I will shoot twice or more to take a life
Put lames on ice with a switchblade slice
If you bitch made spikes strike through your wind pipes
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your motherf*cking grave digga
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?
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Aikilu - Who Dat? Lyrics
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Who dat? Who dat?
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
Crack a bat on your head; watch the blood spill down
Stab a knife in your back; watch your ass hit the ground
Straight killas all around, blood hounds in your town
So don't make a sound, or you end up underground
Who dat? A murderer, killa
And I'm out to get this scrilla
So run your chinchilla
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Well-known drug dealer and graveyard filler
Stay strapped, none realer; I'm your local life-stealer
Grim Reaper, I'll kill your ass just for sneakers
It's simple; my bullets will give your face dimples
Think you smart? I'll pop your brain like a pimple
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
If you think shit's sweet 'round here, then come visit
And walk in my shoes, and see if you can live it
Where people die everyday, stray shots from AK's
I'm black and I'm crazy nigga; I'll kill your baby
Then go on a melee and murder your lady
Then shoot out with cops, my nigga; I make it rainy
Twelve-year-olds with .380's rob old ladies
Who're scared to think that this could be their grandbaby
Pit bulls with rabies with owners who's crazy
Who feed them cocaine and have dog fights daily
Now this is what raised me, so f*ck you; pay me
Give me everything before you bleed red gravy
I'm not the type to think twice or speak twice
But I will shoot twice or more to take a life
Put lames on ice with a switchblade slice
If you bitch made spikes strike through your wind pipes
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your motherf*cking grave digga
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
Crack a bat on your head; watch the blood spill down
Stab a knife in your back; watch your ass hit the ground
Straight killas all around, blood hounds in your town
So don't make a sound, or you end up underground
Who dat? A murderer, killa
And I'm out to get this scrilla
So run your chinchilla
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Well-known drug dealer and graveyard filler
Stay strapped, none realer; I'm your local life-stealer
Grim Reaper, I'll kill your ass just for sneakers
It's simple; my bullets will give your face dimples
Think you smart? I'll pop your brain like a pimple
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your Grim Reaper, grave digga
If you think shit's sweet 'round here, then come visit
And walk in my shoes, and see if you can live it
Where people die everyday, stray shots from AK's
I'm black and I'm crazy nigga; I'll kill your baby
Then go on a melee and murder your lady
Then shoot out with cops, my nigga; I make it rainy
Twelve-year-olds with .380's rob old ladies
Who're scared to think that this could be their grandbaby
Pit bulls with rabies with owners who's crazy
Who feed them cocaine and have dog fights daily
Now this is what raised me, so f*ck you; pay me
Give me everything before you bleed red gravy
I'm not the type to think twice or speak twice
But I will shoot twice or more to take a life
Put lames on ice with a switchblade slice
If you bitch made spikes strike through your wind pipes
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? A paranoid blood-spilla
Who dat? A dude who's quick to shoot, nigga
Who dat? Your motherf*cking grave digga
Who dat? A murderer, killa
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?
Writer: DAVID HILKER, JOHN COSTELLO, TARIK HOLDER
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING