[talking]
I'm fin to give you half a brick
Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half
Gon be the legend himself Bun B
Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it
[Hook]
I'ma slang my caine, swang my swang
Pop my trunk, bang my bang
Grip my grain, recline my leather
H-Town hoe, they can't do it no better
[Kyleon]
I'm a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe
I'm real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie
The game's hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley
I'm Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can't hold me
Somebody please show me, a nigga mo' liver
You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava
Ain't nothing but riders, in my click bitch
And just like Rick James, I'm rich bitch
My flow like bronchitis, I'm sick bitch
So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit
I'm a G but, Killa ain't that boy from the Clover
Like P, you don't wanna go to war with a soldier
I'ma aim thangs, that'll put your brains on your shoulder
Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah
Now the game over, go find a reverend
Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11
Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling
He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him
Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder
I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva
I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber
I'm a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver
Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter
Houston's unorganized, I'm finna put it back in order
[talking]
Yeah, now that's what I'm talking bout
That's that boy Killa Kyleon, right there
Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down
I'm fin to do this shit right here
UGK style my nigga
[Bun B]
I got's the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild
When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire
So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G's
That don't do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow
Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood
The cut throat's on the creep, up to no good
You got somebody you can call, then you sho' should
Cause I'ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood
Work on the highway, doja on the plane
Pills through the UPS, I'm thoed in the game
Got the drank from the drugsto', and hoes on the corner
It's money on the street, and I'ma get it like I wanna
Anytime you need to see me, it ain't hard to find me
Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue's behind me
Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting 'em down
Treat 'em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button 'em down
[talking]
Hey man, I'ma show you this new shit
That I got cracking for all them G niggaz mayn
Ery'body know about this shit
It's simple shit to do, but I'ma just really
Show you how to do it (get busy y'all)
[Hook]
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit [x2]
You hear that Hogg clap [cock, gun shot] [x2]
[Kyleon]
I got a K with me, pump and a fo' pound
A six shoot a shotty twice, now I got fo' rounds
Better ask bout me G, it go down
I pull it, cock it, aim it, bust it smoke ya like a dro pound
I stay strapped, like a pair of mits
It ain't no playing games with me, go find you a pair of kids
Cause I got bullets that'll snap you, like a Cherokee
I'm not a horror flick bitch, but y'all better be scared of me
Cause I'll leave ya liver fried, motherfucker
Not Pac, but I'll send you to Riverside motherfucker
Leave you niggaz dead, river side motherfucker
He said he was a gangsta, that nigga lied motherfucker
Not Sean Paul, but I'll give you the light
And if I run out of bullets, I'll give you the knife
And if that don't work, I'll give you the right
But I don't want no money, just give me your life
[Hook x2]
[Kyleon]
When you see the Baretta buck, y'all better dodge
Or start getting yourself, like y'all Cheddar Bob
And if a bitch get in my shit, the broad better slob
And start eating my meat, like corn on the cob
Day 1 Familia, I'm sworn to the squad
I'm a motherfucking gangsta, sworn to the job
And like a gold digging bitch, I'm all about a dolla
Play with my do', I'm pumping blood all up out your collar
Got a special delivery, that's a retarded flow
And if you don't understand it, go back and record it slow
Kyleon's the hardest hoe, you just number two
Cause I be shittin on these niggaz, like I'm doin the number 2
I got more spit than kids, on a short bus
Y'all ain't harder than me, y'all just talk tough
Ask around, ain't no mo' like me
Even the Mississippi River, can't flow like me
Uhh, you know, Killa, yeah
Hey, Good morning, America
I'm in love the view, I jus see a bunch of money like a hustle it do,
Do the same thing if you're a hustle of...
Scared money make none and you're looking like boo
... style ain't looking like you
But didn't bad bitches I'm looking like uhh
My... new born the... is 22
I gotta bad bitch with me, yeah she's 22
Addicted to the fans like I got explicit taste,
I'm on a... high in my interest,..
... steady... growing fans like... day
I'm a hustle I know what you need
I can get you straight, everybody's eating over here
Home is fixing... I'm offering you cooking
But I ain't fix and stay
I'm sitting here getting rich in the hood,
What broken... told ya, money ain't good.
[Chorus:]
We're living the lifestyle of rich and famous,
Money, cars, clothes, diamonds,
I just wanna live rich or die trying,
My hustle never let's me down.
I'm not... to the fans and life of the flash and lights,
I'm... kind in, I just wanna live it rich or die trying,
My hustle never let's me down.
Hey, everything look better from the top flow
Even the bitches look better when you got though
... like a Maserati get the...
I just beat the pussy up like a macho,
And like a Casco, I'm telling everything,
Watching my back for the niggers tellin everything,
When you're getting... so launched like a...
Can't get an...
25... I go get it run the clock,
As long as the make... the shit don't stop,
I'm just shooting for the number one,..
The haters wanna block my shut like my...
You can't catch me like in the mix like gambo,
Never sleeping 'cause I'm strep like a gancho,
Yeah, I keep that heat on me, pancho
'Cause niggers ain't to see me eating...
[Chorus: x2]
We're living the lifestyle of rich and famous,
Money, cars, clothes, diamonds,
I just wanna live rich or die trying,
My hustle never let's me down.
I'm not... to the fans and life of the flash and lights
I'm... kind in, I just wanna live it rich or die trying
[Kyleon]
Y'all done fucked up, and let me in this mix
Interscope just signed me, so I'm finna get...
Y'all done fucked up, and let me in this mix
Interscope just signed me, so I'm finna get...
Y'all done fucked up, and let me in this mix
Interscope just signed me, so I'm finna get rich
And that's the main reason, why I got scrill
Cause I've been having thangs, way before I got this deal
It ain't shit for me, to spit a hit track
Ask Mo, I can do one less than five minutes flat
I got a universal style, I can take it cross the globe
Cause everybody knows, Killa got some awesome flows
I'm from the home, of the Houston Rockets
I've been hot, since Dougie Fresh use to drop shit
Back in the days, with the Get Fresh Crew
This the Day 1 Fam, we the spit mess crew
[Hook x4]
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (that's who they want)
[Kyleon]
See I'm a syrup and Sprite drinker, and you on Dasani
You bout being broke, but I'm bout having money
I'm bout to ship, three birds to the block
While you punks steady bumping, on the curb of the block
Cause I'm connected, like Dub and Mack 10
Cause I'm always packing, a snub or Mac 10
For a nigga, think he taking my work
My trigger finger, gon start making it squirt you in the dirt
I'm bout to drop man, niggaz like god damn
Cause most of these niggaz with deals, ain't hot as I am
I'm bout to do it again, make some hit music again
When I show up, and prove it again
[Kyleon:]
Somebody call the coppers, Killa bout to cock the chopper
Pull the trigger, now you niggaz gotta get the doctor
Blocka-blocka, singing like a bitch up out the opera
Put it to your head like knockers [x4]
[talking:]
Now I thought I told you niggaz what the deal was
You know what I'm saying, this Purple Punch
The motherfucking mixtape nigga, you fucking with your boy
Killa Gorilla, A.K.A. Killa Kyleon, A.K.A. Run It
A.K.A. Killa Gram, thirty six O-Z's of that china white
You know I'm tal'n bout, I'm in the mix with my nigga DJ Storm
And it's going down, Purple Punch nigga show up and po' up hoe run it
[Kyleon:]
Somebody call the coppers, Killa bout to cock the chopper
Pull the trigger, now you niggaz gotta get the doctor
Blocka-blocka, singing like a bitch up out the opera
Put it to your head like knockers, I'll pop a popper
Rock your block, I'll turn your corner to a shooting range
You better duck when I buck, cause I'm shooting mayn
Day 1 Familia Click, won't hesitate to kill a bitch
You listening to the Gorilla Killa, I'll kill you quick
I'm still the shit, but I'm minus the toilet
And still in rotator, haters skin like boil itch
I'm foil bitch, I shine on a bad day
Cause Killa smoking like the shit he choking, in his ash tray
Before you get to the Boss, you gotta pass tre
So hit a nigga get off my dick, what up your ass gay
Hit you with a right hook, and make your ass lay
Point the finger treat you like a bitch, and tell your ass stay
Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns
Pull the trigger, yeah now your ass done
Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns
Pull the trigger, yeah now your ass done
Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
Ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns
[talking:]
All good things must come to a end, you know what I'm saying
That's the word from the lil' bird I heard, ha
Killa Gorilla nigga DJ Storm, Purple Punch the mixtape nigga
It's a wrap thank ya, thank ya Superman has just left the building
Here a lil' treat, for you motherfuckers that's still listening
If your ears open, run it Storm
(ladies and gentlemen, you already know what it is man
It's your kid Yung Chill, a Lunie-Tunez production oh boy
Ha, make bidness) they know who it is run it
[scratching]
[Kyleon:]
It's lunch time, better yet it's crunch time
Pick up the blow put up your flow, and all your punch lines
Grab a square, break up the brick quick as a crane
Place the powder in the packs, so you can do your thang
Get your scale pyrex, and you park em
In the kitchen cooking cookies, this is culinary art
Working for 28 straight, no less than 26
Anything less than that, then you won't hit the lick
Put it in the microwave, now heat it up
Pull it out add the cold water, now beat it up
Hand me 4-7-5, and you can get your issue
I got that hard straight butter, my shit thick as grissel
I hear the fiends whistle, and niggaz need work
Call me on the burner, don't hit me on the chirp
I'm not a terrorist, but FED's on hot alert
Itching just to catch a nigga slipping, out here doing dirt
[talking:]
You know, Jigga Man had forty 4-4's correct
Ha, well I decided to do fifty-fifties
Pay attention niggaz, run it
[Kyleon:]
That boy Killa, on that fifty shit
Get rich or die trying, like a 50 flick
On the block rock for rock, I'm fifty fifty
Want it all not half, fuck fifty fifty - 2x
New S 5-50, two bitches with me
Sucking me quickly, they split my dick fifty fifty
Hundred round drum bitch, and I'm bucking fifty
On the streets or the beach, you ain't fucking with me
Got my own style, I ain't gotta borrow 50's
Pockets full of hundreds, I ain't gotta borrow fifties
I'm in some'ing old school, frame out the 50's
Candy chrome grilling lady, rims out the 80's baby
Technically, can't nobody mess with me
You talking bout these other boys, you disrespecting me
Put up fifty, and I'll show you quickly
That I'm finna turn H-Town round, and make history
This specifically, for boys slanging fifty packs
And jam Kyleon tracks, cause I'm sickly
Your style sound, like you stuck up in the 50's
I spit it futuristic, I'm so 22nd century
How dare you talk about my city, and don't mention me
I'm the best thang in it, pay attention G
K-I double L-A, K-Y-L-E
Open up your nose bro, I know you smell me yeah
[talking:]
I can't believe it, the myth of the killer ape is true
Never saw an animal move like that
[talking:]
DJ Storm right, that's right nigga
They know what the fuck this is nigga, this slab music nigga
Pulling up on your side, on a fresh set of 4's nigga
Cause 3's ain't for no G's, you know what I'm saying
Killa Kyleon nigga, I am the slab king you dig
Finna do my thang like Tip say mayn, run it
[Kyleon:]
Pull a wide body out off the dock, I'm fin to sail y'all
84 Perrich, G I'm talking bout my L-Dog
Pop my trunk, lights glowing all above my knock
Now or later paint, roof and inside's butterscotch
Fresh glass shoes, low pro fo's for the socks
I ain't gon lie, I know why I do it for the bops
Pulling out clean, car fresh up out the shower
Grab that Shammy, wipe it down for an hour
I love them swangas mayn, y'all can have the big wheels
Give me a slab, with a fifth and a big grill
Woman on the hood, poking out directing traffic
Swanging on your slab, soon as I roll pass it
Fuck my alarm, I'm protected by the plastic
Touch my car, and it's finna get drastic
Shaking left to right, like I'm finna lose it
Popping my trunk mayn, I'm jamming Screw music
[Hook: x2]
I'm clean, diamonds in my teeth chain guzzling my ring
Looking like a million bucks, when I hit the scene
My load on 4's, and my candy paint mean
Nigga I'm so clean, nigga I'm so clean
[Kyleon:]
Hand on my grain mayn, flipping through my neighborhood
Sipping on drank, purple stuff you know the flavor good
Smoking on some gangsta shit, I call it O.G. kush
Head turner, so the hoes and the police look
Boys hating, cause they know I got the best ride
Run up you'll get chestized, bitch I'll leave your chest wide
Lam do's, slab looking like a sports car
Pop my trunk, now it's looking like a sports bar
Slab king nigga, so it ain't no competition
I'm fo' number one, that ain't no punk position
I ride 4's not 3's, now I got em heated
Hey what's the difference, five G's cock sucker beat it
[talking:]
D-1-F Gang mayn (I want the cake)
It's Killa nigga, ay
[Kyleon:]
I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders
Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars
Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller
Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter
Top folder, big knot of guac-ola
The G you come see, when you trying to cop cola
How dare you say, that Killa not colder
Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no
[talking:]
Naw naw Storm, I don't think they know what the fuck going on
Purple Punch the mixtape, bring that shit back Storm run it
D-1-F Gang mayn, (I want the cake) it's Killa nigga ay
[Kyleon:]
I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders
Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars
Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller
Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter
Top folder, big knot of guac-ola
The G you some see, when you trying to cop cola
How dare you say, that Killa not colder
Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no
Open up your ears, pay attention and listen
The agent double-O Flow, on a money making mission
I'm on that play pitching, a thousand grams plus
No less than 2-20, if you need em hit me up
Pockets overweight, cause I'm eating
The corner's my buffet line, when I'm hungry the streets treating
I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)
Get's the, gotta have the (cake)
Might be sliding through your sector, with that hard white texture
I'm the best, I suggest you address me no lesser
I'm a pro not a Yung Joc, a veteran slanging
Snow bis' not your bis', I'm into block entertainment
So approach me wrong, I'm cocking and aiming
Stainless and raining, and leaving you brainless
I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)
Get's the, gotta have the (cake) I need that money mayn
[talking:]
[talking:]
Whoa uh Killa, C-Mo yeah nigga (nigga)
This what we finna make you do mayn
Listen up one-one, two-two
Three-three nigga, breath easy
One-one, two-two, three-three nigga
[Kyleon:]
Kyleon flow cold, like when you see snow
You black cats on the track, Kyleon is C4
You might see a lil' do', Kyleon see mo'
And ain't none of y'all better, than Kyleon and C-Mo
If it wasn't for this rap, I'd still run D
Who the hottest on these streets, ask my nigga Bun B
A hundred percent hit spitter, that's how they rate Kyle
Never battled at Rehab, never battled at 8 Mile
They hate Kyle cause he sick, like polio
I'm 24 and in my prime, like Kobe hoe
I'm MJ on these beats, you can't hold me hoe
I'm thoed, cause Cory Mo told me so
You might see me with Slim Thug, you might see me with Po-Yo
You might see me with Dre Day, you might see me with yo hoe
You might see me at 4-4, in Garden City
Or off of 'Stead spending do', at Bargain City
Killa finna be a superstar, as large as Diddy
In a house in a car, as large as Diddy
Talk shit, Kyleon'll stain your 'fit
And really turn you niggaz, to the Color Changin' Click
I'm a pimp, I come around and bang your chick
Day 1 Fam, my gang is thick
And I got mob ties, like Frank Sinatra
[scratching]
[Kyleon]
Smoking on this killa, I'm sipping on some'ing good
Comin down in some'ing candy, and I'm grippin on some'ing wood
I'm leaning and feeling good, man a nigga too gone
Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone
Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again
And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again
With a nice dime yellow bone, bitch again
Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in
I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin
The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin
No fifths of Henn, cause my niggaz don't like getting drunk
We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk
So open and cock the pump, in your mask and push ya
And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher
And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin nigga
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking nigga
You better show some respect, when I'm passing nigga
Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing nigga
I'ma use my shit, if I'm flashing nigga
Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion nigga
[talking:]
Yeah, y'all see us looking good mayn
Hand on the wood grain, 4's yeah
We still tipping baby, yeah
[Kyleon:]
I'm coming down in my slab, 84's on Perelli's
Candy paint buck seats, I call it peanut butter jelly
Pouring up the purple, blowing on some'ing smelly
In a button drop the top, and put the dropper on the belly
Hand on my wood, same thang on my dash
Got the pop trunk glowing, lights say I'm having cash
I'm rolling on glass, paint dripping red wine
Big grill with a woman, the fifth wheel on behind
I'm flipping through your town, higher than a cooter brown
Got some'ing on my lap, that'll make a hater move around
I'm doing bout a buck-o-five, on the highway
Bad yellow bone bitch, sitting sideways
I'm smoking like Day-Day, on Friday
Nothing less than a slab, parked in my driveway hey
[Hook:]
I got them swangas on my Lac, I'm taking off the ceiling
Candy paint butter, fifth wheel and the grilling
Sipping drank, blowing kush I'm chilling
Strap in my lap, if you thinking bout stealing
[Kyleon:]
Dead End South Park, my hood's so legendary
R.I.P. Fat Pat and H.A.W.K., that's so necessary
The first hood, to ever bump Screw music
So if it wasn't for us, you boys wouldn't of knew shit
I'll show you how to do this, 4's and the vogues
Looking like a Phantom Rolls, as I'm closing my do's
Suicide-suicide, like I'm killing myself
Damn Killa your shit clean, yeah I'm feeling myself
I got a bad chick with me, she Black and Italian
Pretty eyes thick thighs, I call her my black stallion
Got my chain and medallion, mo' pieces than a hippie
I done seen a few boys, but ain't none fucking with me
Uh no sir, I'm in them streets like them yellow lines
Stacked up like some pancakes, I keep me a yellow dime
[Hook]
[talking:]
Purple Punch nigga, hey Storm
You swanging the slab, a lil' bit too hard mayn
You damn near spilled, this hundred dollar cup
[talking]
Yeah, the only problems these hoe ass niggaz got
Is that I keep killing em, run it
Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna welcome you to the hood
And just to let you motherfuckers know, what's that
I got 99 problems, and a rap ain't one
If you having rap problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, and a rap ain't one nigga
Killa, ha-ha Killa run it, hey-hey
[Kyleon]
Keep thinking shit's sweet, like a Cracker Jack
I pack a Mack, that'll smoke you like a pack of vlacks
I'm getting money, like them niggaz getting taxes back
My chain stay full of them thangs, that's in back of that
That's diamonds nigga, Killa shining nigga
While you bitches, steady whining nigga
I'm in that 6-45, seats reclining nigga
I was at the bottom, but look now I'm climbing nigga
I paid my dues, so this perfect timing nigga
Plus I'm the best, do I have to remind you niggaz
My flow's digital, but niggaz still ain't getting the picture
I'm God with the flow my nigga, let me spit you a scripture
From Genesis, the revelation
My flow adapts to any situation, stay on that mind like that chick you chasing
I'm a gangsta nigga, get it through your head
'Fore I start busting bullets, and you get it through your head nigga
[Hook x2]
99 problems, and a rap ain't one
If you having rap problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, and a rap ain't one nigga
[Kyleon]
Back in the day, not too long ago
A nigga like myself, had to prolong the flow
Upgrade my style, to a stronger flow
Now weak rap is some'ing, I no longer know
Ask Troy who the hardest, then you'll see
It's only two good niggaz, Slim then me
We created, a monopoly
He been running shit, and plus it ain't no stopping me
So think again hater, why you keep watching me
Cause a bullet is the only thing, that's dropping me
Not the labels, cause they know that I'm dope
And they aware of all these other niggaz, hits that I broke
So get a noose, if you think I'm gon choke
But it's not finna happen, if that's what you hope
Cause I'm finna blow, like a piece of C4
[talking]
Ok, this is DJ Dick-In-Ya-Mouth
And this is D-A-Y-1 FM, 102.9 on ya radio dial
And we looking for the real freak right now
I'm gon take my first call
First caller, you on the air
(hey man, you think you could play that
New Kyleon for me mayn)
[Kyleon]
I make a bitch say yeah, like Ush' and Jon
I like to put it in they face, when I bust my gun
It's big dick'ing over here, I can touch your lungs
And when it come to bad bitches, I done fucked a ton
Day 1 Fam playa, Kyle, Mack and Pretty Tony
We take niggaz bitches, you looking pretty lonely
You say you a pimp, but you looking pretty phony
I heard your chick eat dick, and she looking pretty hungry
Got bitches that'll dome me, all the way in Wyoming
Cause the whip so clean, and the shoes so chromey
Stop fucking with me homie, unless you ready to die
Cause my bullets like pilots, they ready to fly
And if you ready to buy, Killa got that work
I got that ki that O-Z, I got that verse
And that number one spot, Killa got that verse
Cause I'm a pimp not a simp, how about that chuuch
[talking]
That's what you wanted man
This is DJ Dick-In-Ya-Mouth, mayn
And that was my boy Killa Kyleon man
It ain't over, he got that heat
For the streets man, him and his boy
Dre Day, them Day 1 Fam boys
Over there on that No' drive
What's up Beelow, and all rest of them boys
Dee-Wee and Ron-Wee man, come back
Tell 'em some'ing Kyleon hey, (hey)
[Kyleon]
I'm getting money, continuously
That's why, these niggaz envy a G
Want me to breathe on your track, gon head send me a G
And if the beat sound good, I might do it for three
But, Kyleon can't do it for free
Put yourself in my shoes, would you do it for me
Now you looking, for some shit to start
The only Free I know, host 106 & Park
Mayn, this ain't no video show
You niggaz can't fuck me, I ain't a video hoe
Nooo, it's not finna happen
Before I do that, Killa gon stop rapping
Truth in the booth, there's no more excuses
So all you other whack lil' cats, just useless
Get on your note, go home and regroup G
Why you looking at the General, you need to salute me
[talking]
That's right, Killa Kyleon ladies and gentlemen
And this is, W-D-A-Y-1 FM
102.9 on your radio dial, caller come on in caller
Tell me some'ing (hey man, that's what I'm
Tal'n bout man, that's the kinda shit I like to hear
Right there man, the way boys be coming through
Wrecking them flows man, that's what I like to hear)
Yeah alright, and we out of here mayn
Killa Kyleon, Boss Hogg Outlawz [gun shot]
I wanna dedicate this underground, to my cousin
LeAndre Prescott, AKA Stankis, AKA Houston Stank
[talking:]
Agent double-0 Flow nigga
Yeah run it, CTC nigga
Cut the motherfucking check, you dig
This ain't a freestyle, it's a fee to hear me nigga
Yeah, that's right Killa dig the flow bro
[Kyleon:]
I'm in a European six, with a European chick
That give me some head, and keep me with a clean dick
Aggravated flow, the boy Killa got a mean spit
My 16's got the seam sewed, like a seam split
Diamonds blue and cold, like the flu do my bling sick
I rock jewels with a attitude, I got a mean wrist
Smoking on some green shit, purple in my soda
Buster see gorilla open, now I'm smoking that yoda
Dash full of cash, in the wall full of yola
A-1 no soda, I'm a I-10 toter
My pockets overweight, from all the cash that I get
While your shit, look like it's on a Atkin's diet
All that bullshit these other clicks selling, we don't buy it
Can't slick a can of oil homeboy, so don't try it
You stuck at the bottom, my click's the highest
Yeah, cut me shit up Steve O,
White cuffs falls see gorillas coming soon, my nigger
Natural born killer, nigger
Murder death deal, you can call the cops
This nigger's sick, no cure, can you call the doc?
I'm the itsy-bitsy spider about to crawl your back
On the press said... when I crawl a lie
Looking for that nigger dealer, you can call it up
I'm with that angel in the... before they call me, they call the shots
I speak crack like a fucking fireball on rock
Long gone, I'm the nigger that they blog about
You ain't tell them about shit, I'm a call it out
Now fall six said you wanna call it hot
I talk shit spit a line niggers...
A couple mo for your bitch... are dy
Make it, take it like a...
Strap, catch me with a gun I'm on my ti shit
I've been a piece with this shit since I was...
I'm old school duck a zip in my...
Two cuffs, two chains, you can call me duffs
And I'm killing these niggers till they call it truth
You all wanna go to wall you better call your truth
... Yellowstone chains looking like a ball of fruit
Got enough fuck necks I ain't calling a hoop
Got a crawl for you wall,.. coop
Trip a black whip crack a skull and spook
Climb niggers Skywalker, you can call me Luke
You can add these holes, I want out the loot
I ain't stopping till I stack it up...
Hit the mall spin it out, put it out of use
Don't stop, I'm a talking like a... shoe
But the stars over there might grade me one
Fucking shoot myself rap made me one
Suicide, suicide, fantasia duck
Og got a nigger looking blazing huh
Bad bitch, shotgun, she Malaysian huh
Got a black kiss spinning Caucasian one
The way I put this shit together so amazing huh
Dammas got a nigger looking like he made it, huh
But sad money, these holes ain't saving none
And you rap ass niggers are embracing none
[talking:]
Yeah that's right, Killa ay
[Hook:]
You know I roll up, with the purp' po'd up
Bucket of ice on my chest, got me froze up
I got the fifth down, top fold up
Yeah bitch I'm riding around, with my nose up
I'm switching lanes mayn, what it do
I got my hand on the grain mayn, what it do
I'm pop trunk full of bang mayn, what it do
My Cadillac on swangs mayn, that's what it do
[Kyleon:]
Bullets'll push your T, when Killa empty the clips
And that's for real, no not for real no that's the steel
I'm from trillville, for real where niggaz will kill
For a hot meal, they'll show you how that glock feel
Cop a chopper, put a boy in his place
Fuck fifty you cheap, without the scar on your face
They say actions speak louder than words, but I ain't talking to ya
I just put one off into your eye, bring your coffin to ya
Lights out, meet the reaper sing your lullaby
Slow singing flower bringing, watch your mother cry
I'm a smooth criminal, I'm not Mike Jack but some'ing like that
But I don't want your dope or your dollas, I want your life black
The Mac'll have you running back, we call it craw-fishing
Not a bar missing on a mission, to meet the mortition
I make a movie out him, meet your audition
Run the clip Rogers, now the boy twitching
[Hook]
[Kyleon:]
The boy Killa spit infection, through your ear lobe
He's nothing like them, so they label him weirdo
Y'all spit it so sloppy, but I speak it so clear though
H.D. fuck with me, your wife'll be a widow
Stacks on deck, lay your head on my pillow
I hear you getting money, well dido
Flow sick, so label it hot spitto
Y'all softer than Spongebob, the boy Killa brillow negro
Show stopper brick buster, and a blow rocker
Pull up on fo' choppers, get your bopper
I do the beat smoke chronic, but I'm no Dr.
Speak bad english, yeah but my flow proper
Bullshit walk, money do a fo' and a forty
Fucking with mine, and you can get your four out of forty
Killa's a winner, you just a zero and a forty
Think you fucking with me, you must be on dro and Bacardi
[talking:]
Gotta walk it out Rogers, this for my Southside niggaz mayn
You know I'm hearing the rumors mayn
They say that ain't where I'm from, I'm hearing the rumors
But I'ma do this one for Dead End nigga, that's right run it
[Kyleon:]
I'm from that Dead End area, where them niggaz'll bury ya
Run up with a danger, put one in your darrier
Still selling oil, like I'm Bush and them terrorists
And got that white, locking like a pitbull terrier
I'm addicted to the game, that's my bitch I might marry her
Diamonds on that ring finger, made her my Beyonce
Killa gotta eat, getting money is my entree
Pocket full of chips, block hotter than Picante
Some say game over, miss me with that Flip shit
I need's mine, so I'm cooking crack up like it's Bisquick
And no I don't miss licks, I got the block on DVR
Call me Marlowe, I give a dead block CPR
Corner boy, spit fire through the wire
Niggaz claim to be the truth, but I am they just liars
Hand on that guac', and I'm gripping like pliers
Getting drunk I'm round the club, like fliers highest
Head Honcho, still getting work from Poncho
I'm making cash money, so you know I'm finna stunt hoe
Money talk but I'm quiet, bullshit irrelevant
Fuck with my bread, and get a bullet through your skeleton
Juggle green genie, with the insides elephant
Candy paint wet, so you know I'm fish tailing it
Hit a block with a block, I'm fish scaling it
And yeah I got em for cheap, you need it I'm selling it
[Hook:]
Y'all niggaz, ain't talking bout nothing
If you don't make money, the topic of your discussion
My nigga, what is y'all saying
DJ, what the fuck is you playing
I hear them niggaz talking loud, but they ain't saying shit
I guess that's why the DJ, ain't playing shit
My nigga, what is y'all saying
[Kyleon:]
I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
You're like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
You're like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
You're like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
The type that won't fight, but keep a gun around your waist
Ain't finna do shit, but always running your mouth
Don't make me, run in your house and you ain't leaving
Till the coroner come, and when you ain't breathing
From H-Town to Cleveland, Killa's a menace
I'm all in these niggaz faces, like Killa's a dentist
You can find me in the spot, if it's some scrilla up in it
With the work, and the cocked nine mili' up in it
I hang with a gorilla unit, like Buck and Banks
That'll put niggaz to sleep, like they fucked with Dre
Fuck what you think, Kyleon running the show
I'm a lyrical Jet Li, I'm the one with the flow
And if you looking for your chick, I'm the one with your hoe
And I ain't gotta ask for head, she done befo'
It's a hundred and fo' outside, I'm the reason
When I told you I was hot, niggaz didn't believe me
Now they tripping, cause they see that I'm the shit in they region
And I'ma keep making moves mayn, I ain't freezing
You wonder why I'm G'sing, look at my check
Can't you see I'm having thangs mayn, look at my neck
Niggaz can't see Killa, cause I ain't visible yet
So I guess, you can just call me invisible set nigga
[Hook]
Talking that shit, about a Boss Hogg nigga
We gon, (see about chaaaaa)
And if you plex with me, while this tech with me
I'ma, (see about chaaaaa)
[Kyleon]
Don't get your ass whipped, don't get your ass shot
And if a nigga slipping, he get his ass got
The Houston Medical Center, is your last stop
When I swell up your head, like a mascot
We'll beat a nigga ass, till he pass out
Kick him to the curb, like we putting trash out
Wet these cowards up, like the water on
And give him shots to the head, like quarter stone
Hey is your daughter home, cause I'm trying to fuck
But she ain't getting in my truck, if she ain't trying to suck
Round here niggaz get killed, behind a buck
So when you hear them gun shots, you better duck
Now let's get it crunk, like your car on
And turn the whole fucking club, to a war zone
And buy up all the liquor, till the bar gone
Play some gangsta shit, by Killa Kyleon
[Hook x2]
[Kyleon]
We the Boyz N Blue, bitch it's our time
Money long, and it stretch like a power line
You might glow, but it ain't bright as our shine
You might hustle, but it ain't strong as our grind
I know you see us pulling up, in them big body loads
We fuck with fine dimes, you fuck with them big body hoes
You can catch me and Slim, hopping out big body Rolls
Or that Lac E.S.V., on them 24's
Everything new, everything blue
We speak facts on tracks, everything true
Plus we hungry, it's time to eat dinner folk
We them new niggaz, taking over Interscope
It's the Boss, and his hitman Killa
You might be nice, but this man iller
And I ain't gotta keep, telling y'all we ball
Just look at the line of blue cars, on the C-Wall
[scratching]
[Kyleon:]
Rock and rolling, roll and rock
I got techs AK, 4-4's and glocks
I got wet and weed, X and drank
And I can get you bricks, when the Mexicans can't
Think you iller than Killa, gon bet your bank
I'm number one right now, boy you next in rank
Since I hooked up with Slim, I stay at the bank
Like I got a job in it, I ain't gotta rob in it
I just rob in it, with my cash in hand
While you in the long line, getting cash advance
You come to me begging, I'ma pass your hand
You say your click balling, why you can't ask your man
But my click keep paper, like school supplies
Keeping bitches on dick, like food to flies
We take niggaz bitches, you'll lose your wives
And if you plexing, then you just might lose your lives
But if you feel me, po' your fo's up
And if you got some good dro, get it rolled up
I'm the dopeman, I got the block sewed up
You gotta feel me, cause it's like that
We the Fam nigga, we the Fam nigga
[talking]
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Killa Kyleon, and the good folks
At the Day 1 Family, ha-ha-ha
I'm back in this bitch, like I love here mayn (Killa)
That's right, this what I do though you know what I'm saying (mo')
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name
[Kyleon]
Killa nigga, H to the O-G
From here to the great lakes, niggaz know me
Bread's what you better break, if you owe me
Or get a cocked glock shot, to your goatee
The underground's, number one supplier
The reason no one go to the record stores, to buy ya shit
And if they see it on the shelf, they deny it quick
Or let they windows down, to show they can fly ya shit
I can't lie but, I ain't playing it
Cause I don't understand it when, niggaz ain't saying shit
But a bunch of punch lines, in they rhymes
That's why I eat 'em like lunch time, when I rhyme
That's why me and Dre Day, the perfect match
Cause we keep a good batch, of what other suckers lack
So that's why, I can't cut 'em no slack
And I'm keep spitting these hit flows, back to back like that
[talking]
Shit, allow me to clear my throat for a second
Ladies and gentlemen, I was a little horse on that one there
So, if you didn't hear me clear enough
It's only right that I give it to you live and clear, you know what I'm saying
It's only right man, feel me man run it (hey)
[Kyleon]
That's right Killa, not Slim Thugger from the North
But around these parts, you can call me the Boss
Not Watts, but I'm the man of the house
That spent mo' than twenty grand, for this Rolls Gold I floss
Killa, got more gauges than that inspector
That'll rip through that bullet proof vest, that protect you
When I start shooting at you, like projectors
So I suggest ya, pay attention to my lecture
And if I'm running low, I got a few extra
Clips in the car, in case I gotta wet ya
Then put your bitch ass, on the stretcher
When EMS and the Carnavan, come get ya
Fuck with a Hogg and, you will get your iss-ya
When them guns start popping bullets, through your tiss-ya
And when it's over, you gon really wish ya
Didn't fuck with Kyleon, and them shots wouldn't of hit ya
[talking]
Play close attention man, the truth just spoke
This like chapters out the Bible man
You only get one chance, to hear the truth (Killa)
And after that, I'm leaving the motherfucking building nigga
Whoa-whoa uh Killa, C-Mo yeah nigga
[talking]
Run it, Houston Texas
You now rocking, with the Killa Kyleon
Hit spitter nigga, hey
[Hook]
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That's what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That's what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker
We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker (what you say)
We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker
We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker
[Kyleon]
I got money, but Killa don't spoil her
And after I cut her mayn, Killa don't call her
Now that's the true, definition of a baller
Knock a chick down, and don't give a chick a quarter
I'm a candy blue, 22 inch crawler
7-45, I retired my Impala
I'm a hustler, all about a dolla
And if it ain't about money, I ain't gon holla
Plus I'm a pimp, I'ma pop my colla
Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla
The best rappers, will respect that nigga
And if the beat jamming, I'ma wreck that nigga
I'm the greatest, get it through your melon nigga
I'm the best yet, I been telling niggaz
A hot boy, I've been selling nigga
Cause this man's on fire, I'm Denzel'ing niggaz
[Hook]
[Kyleon]
I'm not a reverend, but I preach to these niggaz
I'm one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these niggaz
I comfortably speak heat, to these niggaz
All you other cats whack, I been peeping these niggaz
Not a DJ, but K slay niggaz
Killa with the flow, I DK niggaz
The best rapper, since that BK nigga
2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway nigga
My name's Killa, I'll lyrically murder ya
You're not a rapper, if I ain't heard of ya
You not getting good dope, if I ain't serving ya
You're not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for
I spit facts, on the track boy
I'm even known in St. Louis, and I ain't a track boy
Ask around, I'm the hottest nigga rapping
[Hook x4:]
Use to push, nicks and dimes
Now all I do, is spit a few hits and rhyme
[Kyleon:]
Guess who is back in the mix, that's attacking your chick
Getting top from the bitch, up in back of the six
It's Killa nigga, from the Outlaw click
And I don't pay for shit, cause I'm a Outlaw trick
I'm a rhymer grinder, shiner big timer
But get you some locs, cause this ice might blind ya
The truth in the booth, do I need to remind ya
So if you need a hit, pick one out my binder
I'm the best with the flow, and it's best that you know
So don't try to test me, I'm suggesting you bro
Whites Blacks, even Mexicans know
Everytime I grab the mic, I be blessing it bro
Now my fanbase, the hugest dude
It got the rocks in the watch, like a rubix cube
And when it comes to these hoes, I'm the rudest dude
I'm not that nigga, don't confuse me dude
[Hook x4]
[Kyleon:]
I ride tracks, like a tractor trailer
I hold down the block, like the Tractor Traylor
I got a bunch of chicks, I can pack the gator
I pack a big gat, to attack the haters
I gotta get money now, I'm relaxing later
Need a hit you can get it, but I'm taxing playa
For shorts, I only wear those in the summer
Now boo, you ain't gotta wear those in the Hummer
My pockets big, like the 24's on the Hummer
I just wanna fuck, I don't want your name or your number
You gotta admit, Killa great with this
And if you don't believe that, you a atheist
I know a lot of niggaz, hate this shit
Cause they don't understand, how I make this shit
I'm number one, that's how I rate this shit
I got a deal, I'm bout to go state to state with this
[talking]
Gotta do this one here, for the chicks mayn
Cause you know they listening too, ya feel me
Boss Hogg Outlawz mayn yeah, Killa
[Hook]
I know your man, ain't loving you right
You lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life
He do you real bad, and he be hulling you right
So come with me, and you could get some good loving tonight baby
[Kyleon]
Hey boo, I got a one night plan
How bout me and you, go and do a one night stand
It's two o'clock in the morning, and the club closing
Let's hit the valet, so we can get the dubs rolling
We can get up on a room, or we can head to my spot
I don't want much, I just want some head and some cot
And we can roll up some weed, and we can both get high
And turn this night, into the 4th of July
Let's get wild baby, me and you switching positions
From the flo' bathtub, bedroom to the kitchen
Or in the car baby, you giving me top in the drop
So what you waiting on boo, just hop in the drop
Give me a few minutes, to spit this macking
I can have this girl in no time, so let's get this cracking
I know your man, ain't loving you right
You lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life that's what ya need baby
[Hook]
[Kyleon]
I'm not Cee-Lo Green, but you the one girl
You got me fired up, now look what you done done girl
Let's go somewhere where we can chill, and have some fun girl
(but I got a man) I got a gal, so you can be my fun girl
I know your man, can't do it like me
And his heart don't pump, them fluids like me
Fuck with me baby, and I'll make sure you done right
And I don't need a lifetime, all I need is one night
And we could do this, on a regular basis
But somewhere special, not just them regular places
Hey boo I appreciate ya, I'm not finna treat ya like a hoe
This just our little secret, and we can keep this on the low
Cause our business, is not your bidness
You tell somebody, baby girl that's your bidness
I know your man, ain't loving you right
You lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life that's what ya need baby
[Hook x2]
[talking]
You now rocking with my main man, Mr. Rogers
[talking]
Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah
Yeah-yeah, Killa
[Hook x2]
See my niggaz don't dance, we just go in our pants
And, pull the glock and spray
[Kyleon]
K to the Wizz-I, L to the E-zie
Not Snoop D-O-double G, but he off the heezie
Diamond chain and the big badge, got 'em freezy
Houston we have a problem, please believe me
I'm the hottest, from Compton to Queens
In Dead End, I'm the cat that they bump in the 'Leans
And on the way to the club, 'fore they jump in they jeans
I be all in they walkman, while they pump to the fiends
Here's a sample, and you ain't got to clear it
I be the shit round this bitch, you gon know it 'fore you hear it
So, lean back like Fat Joe
Before this gat blow, and leave your face swoll up like Sachmo
I'm at the top, way ahead of you motherfuckers
Not Bernie Mac, but I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I got novacaine shots, that'll deaden you motherfuckers
When I pull out the glock, and put lead in you motherfuckers
You get put, in a bag like trash
When I ride on your ass, like glass
Now you a memory, a thing of the past
When I cock back, and put sixteen in your mask
I run Houston, like I's the mayor
And I don't pimp to these hoes, cause I's a playa
I'm a pimp, I'll leave tricking to you guys to pay her
I just scoop her up, and take her to the Telly and lay her
I keep heat, like a bon fire
I retired my hands with Jigga Man, all you get is gun fire
Now knuckle up, and try to fight the bullet
And see if you Bruce Leeroy, and can fight the bullet bitch
[talking]
Boss Hogg Outlawz, Day 1 Familia
You're now officially in the hood, ya know
You hitting the corners, but while you hitting the corners
Here's a few thangs, you need to know about
"Boyz N Blue" it's in stores now, so go pick that up
Sir Daily & Lil' Mel "Money Hungry" that's in stores now
So go pick that up, then we got PJ "The Rap Hustler" coming
That's July 30th, also be on the look out
For the "Boyz N Blue" DVD, and we got the soundtrack
"The Boyz N Blue G-Mixes", it's gon be some good shit
Coming your way mayn so, while you in the hood
Keep that on your mind, and fuck with your boy
We getting money...
[Hook: x4]
I got them rubber bands, wrapped round that guacomole
I'm the dope man, nigga you got to know me
Cause I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler, satisfying customers
[Kyleon:]
My whole team focused, don't adjust your lens
22's kitted up, how i adjust my Benz
It's M-O-B with me, I only cuff my ends
And only date dime bitches, that'll fuck my friends
This ain't hit-hop, that shit dead nigga
Fuck who rap hard, It's about bread nigga
And I'm a bread winner, and a bread spender
And I'ma keep getting mo', till I'm fed dinner
I gotta eat mayn, yeah that's mandatory
Killa's a heavyweighter, that's self explanatory
Still move that heavyweight, up out my laboratory
I'm rich you broke bitch, not in my category
Yeah I push and I push, I ride and I ride
In that new garden blue, I dip and I drive
With the baddest bitch, I ain't slipping I slide
With that big burner, empty clip and you die
[Hook x2]
[Kyleon:]
I got them poking out the frame, wrapped in yellow and the white
Diamonds poking out my chain, wrapped in yellow and the white
In the kitchen with the caine, got the yellow and the white
I done ran out of purple, now it's yellow in my Sprite
She got candy on her body, 84's on her feet
Junk off in her trunk, now that bitch complete
Keep some'ing in my seat, 'case a hater try to creep
Click-clack skeet-skeet, they maker they fin to meet
And yeah I got em for cheap, it just depend how much you buying
If it's a hefty demand, then I'm supplying
Network yeah I'm losing the weight, not pumping iron
Come at me lose some weight, I'm pumping nine
Dope man dope man, call me Cube
Plus I got that oil, like Jiffy Lube
That's why the wrists is cool, and the fists is blue
D-1-F-G-N-T, you know how we do
[talking]
What the fuck wrong with these niggaz mayn
Can't be mad, cause your bitch all over here looking at a playa mayn
Shit you know the rules, your bitch chose me
We can handle this like some gentlemen
Or we can get into some gangsta shit, but I know
You don't want that mayn, hey check it out mayn (Killa)
[Kyleon]
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Can't be mad at me, if you see your chick
All inside my car, like she my bitch
She just hear the performance, she see my dick
Shit, your bad if you wife the hoe
Tell you the truth, she not even my type of hoe
I'm just fucking her, I don't even like the hoe
I just call her to fuck, and she like to go
She a good looking broad, but she a trifling hoe
Cars clothes and jewelry, what entice the hoe
My partna Dre Day, was just with her the night befo'
Ron, D, B we all sliced the hoe
You can't convince me, and try to say this bitch not a bop
When everybody with a lil' change, got a shot of cot
You spend a dime to hit, I spit a line to hit
When it's my time to split, you run behind the chick
Shit, I'ma just let you spoil the hoe
But when it's my time to fuck, let me borrow the hoe mayn
[talking]
Ha-ha, that's real mayn
Bring the hook in
[Hook]
I just wanna know
If you sipping behind her, please just let me know
So I can keep on hitting, while she take your do'
I can't believe you, try to make a housewife out a hoe
But you still love her
And you, will not let her go
[talking]
Simp ass nigga mayn
What the fuck wrong with you mayn
You just really thought, this bitch
Was gon see a nigga doing it
And she was gon keep fucking with you man
Dee-Wee man, we gotta tell these niggaz man
They need to quit simping, behind these bitches mayn
You gotta love her or leave her alone man, run it
And them niggaz really be thinking
That shit cool too mayn, man you know I've been
Fucking with that hoe for the longest
I've been spending all kinda bread, crazy ass nigga
[Kyleon]
A simp nigga, just make me scream
When he catch his chick cheating, wanna make a scene
Putting his hands all on her, wanna beat the hoe
Yeah she wrong but, that ain't how you treat the hoe
You don't beat a bitch up, cause she fucking around
You ain't married, just start fucking the town
There's plenty fish in the sea, just move to the next
Cause you ain't losing your life, you just losing some sex
It's up to you, to kill confusion and plex
You can't make a bitch love you, by using your checks
Cause in the end, she ain't loving you
She just infatuated, with all the shit you do
Now do you feel me (nope), well back up man
That's when I step in, as the back up plan
Now that's when, your relationship's through
Cause that's what chicks, in a fucked up relationship do
Run it, for my beautiful daughter, I call this for my beatiful daughters, for my beatiful daughters, for my beatiful daughters, I call this for my beatiful daughters, for my beatiful daughters, , for my beatiful daughters,
Seven, eight, onw two, ..to me an angel
Words can't explain how much I thank you
So I'mma hit my needs and fall my hands
Up and slow popping, and my body and my man up
The most beautiff in this wold, no a ..., beside of my baby girl
So I'mma go hot day and night for my baby girl
I own my life to my baby girl
I dit a damn, would a, I ..mamma for that 'till I'm done would a
Disrespect for now, she never brought you round niggas ...
I'm like this clouns niggas, down nigga, ..., mine it's ...
Daddy play but daddy pay for get your...
She got my eyes, knows lips, ears, hair, teeth, skin, yellow .., pretty legs feet
She like the military, I look it baby ....
As long as I live you never have to need a worry
As long as daddy got it baby 'aint no need to worry
For my beautiful daughter, for my beautiful daughter, , for my beautiful daughter, I call this for my beautiful daughter, for my beautiful daughter, I call this for my beautiful daughter, for my beautiful daughter,
Check one two
I'm so fortune to have you in my life
My days away for that torture, have in my life, it's 'aint the same
And of course you get all, cause you're always on my mind
Cause that close we are, I love you so much
First time I lay my eyes on you, I was so stuck
I drop the place so tought, you had my heart cough
Fuck a price so what?
If you want it, you got it ..
Wiast no time, searcing my wallet
You ..., now I take the blame, good..not an..., I'll take the blame
It's been a decade, you grow so fast, but what you didn't know it's that you grow up dad
Been round your mother since the teenager, what's crazy three more years you should be an teenager
Yeah, trill, check 1,2, what it do
Run it, hey, yeah, let's go!
[Hook]
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Chrome woman on my grill
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Look at the motherfucking wheels
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Candy paint, no top on it
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Me almighty put the pop on it
No vipers when I pull up on you niggas
I got your baby with me when I pull up on you niggas
Dukes in my soda got a fuck up on your niggas
Strap on my lap, don't make me pull up on you niggas
Candy paint wet like the sea wall
You buy 20 deep we on the see wall
Nothin less than 17 when we growl
None of my niggas whoop, but we street ball
M1, what it do nigga
26 by 9's damn it's true niggas
That's loud talk for you new niggas
South or north side, red or blue nigga, yeah!
[Hook]
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Chrome woman on my grill
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Look at the motherfucking wheels
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Candy paint, no top on it
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Me almighty put the pop on it
Tail michael art, teas I need a seat change
Me al capone and buck and them green thangs
It's for my niggas out the stand and them green thangs
No less than 2 racks in they jeans maine
It's for the south bank niggas what the deal tol
Ak for pussy niggas, call em dildos
Ct, call em still toes, screw gone but the south side still hoe
It's for my nigga rock, in that blue thang
My stoody wood niggas in them blue frames
Frehs out the lot I'm in that new thang
Brand new vogues, call em shoe strangs
[Hook]
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Chrome woman on my grill
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Look at the motherfucking wheels
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Candy paint, no top on it
I'm so in love with my cadillac
Where the work at? Where the work at?
Where the work at? Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Y'all talkin that life, y'all ain't bout that life
Y'all ain't seen no bricks, y'all ain't sold no white
That ain't drink in your cup, y'all ain't rockin that ice
Y'all rappers ain't real, y'all ain't got no stripes
Y'all spittin that fiction, y'all stories ain't stickin
Name droppin on wax, in the hood we callin that snitchin
When we touch down you get missin
I ain't playin with it, no dixin
I'ma keep it clean like dishes, 285 if you vision
If that price's right, we shippin
Both you die in that frame
For y'all lame niggas don't understand
That fedex and that white
Squares for suckers my shapes
Keepin food on my plate
That hard that purple drink
[Hook]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Fast money, that's instant, real niggas we different
Nino brown, frank lucas, y'all supportin them snitches
Commentators they talk a lot, y'all work for them bitches
Fuck niggas, can't hold water, my pen is under that bridges
Fast throwin them jersey numbers, hot niggas they missin
Either dead or jail, my consequences so I ain't doin no trippin
I just hit my amigo, he know I blow ingles
I be doin them numbers, me and them boys be mingling
All my niggas be savages, I keep killers with me like lando
I just made a deal so my paper good, now that rollie makin my hand glow
I bought an ss just to hold me over, till I hop inside of that lambo
I won't stop ballin, my pockets fat,
[Hook]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
