Lyrics:
safe where you at out West? Lil nigga just bopped in
I know some killas from out West, they keep them Glock 10s
Knowing they killa on the loose, it
'm smoking kalis
She get right I don't want me no bitch that'll tease
Im Ight
Schwarzenegger my wrist mr freeze Shìt is ice
Mr barker the only time we check
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
bitches be on the same shit
Been about a bag, if it ain't that, then please don't talk to me
'Cause I'm in the kitchen with them killas and we going dummy
I
swang Ro swell
Eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don't tell
I'm a motherfucking murderer, you the wanksta
Popping that gangsta shit
[Intro: Killa McClain & Frank Calhoune]
Behind dat there, like dat there, wit dat there!
We got Killa McClain in tha build-i-ing, ya heard me?
We
and you'll be my missus
My Lil' Buffy, my little Ethiopian, my lil' hub
My lil' brown baby tryna be a thug
Mrs. Buffy 'til I met Becky
Shit was up, then I
in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
By it's cover word to the motherfucka
I I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
Came in the office
this
Bussin all over her dimples & shit
Captain no cap I’m wit Cappa lil bitch
Not a rapper I’m a killa wit this
Not a trapper never sold shit
Never
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I
Lot of space I had to grow
Starting gathering my sauce
Now I feel I'm on a roll
Oh
Mr kill shows
Turned to Mr xv
Now it's neon when i step out
job, my 9 to 5
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack
Funk for life
Some Heat 4 Yo' Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast
got me a pick clip
Only killas I be with, put em deep six, ah ah, fuck that, his body in these spliffs
Done gone got an OT bitch, with a bad wrist, make
I'm from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
Fuck what your name is,
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,
hell...
Yo! I'm a killa
Cap peela
Other
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
of the murder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Time
It time to open up the shop my niggas we got clientele
It don’t matter where we at we gone catch a sale
Always got that killa on use u can tell by
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
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