Reaper Lyrics

Gather round, gather round... Can you hear the sound

The hard bottom boogie man walking you down

Heard a word round town how this brotha' get down

hit the block cocked, doing Gods work in style

He might come for that price that's on your head

He might come to your house while you're sleeping so comfortably up in your bed

You better place a mark in your stead

Hit his list you just bout good nuff dead

Jeaper... Creeper... All time hitta'... Keep up. Shit gets deeper

Cat throw back like beepers

Guard your back, slack, wind up six feet deeper

Press your line like the leader... blow your mind like a chiefer

Track you down like a cheetahh... take your tithes like a preacher

Turn a skeptic into a believer

He da reaper

Yeah, he da reaper

Walking that fine line separating justice and crime

Fulfilling the dirty work of the divine... He da reaper

Yeah, he da reaper

When ain't no balance on the block, he keeps the streets on lock

Top notch, you ain't gotta believe. Watch