[Killa Tay] Uh huh, Yeah We gone call this one big scrilla For all my niggas out there thug pimpin D-1A up in this muthafucka, ya' know For yall sucka ass niggas, uh
Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you aint rappin right nigga Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga Supposed to be hard, but y'all ain't actin like niggas Probably go both ways like a hermaphrodite nigga Bitch mades cant get no love I hit the highway like O.J, with blood on my gloves I roll like young buck, homies wanna hang with me But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously I'm thug pimpin, from ?? to Australia Never been a failure better believe it when I tell ya Sell you nothin but the A-1 yeh The innovator, pistol players manditory one shot To end the story the glory days is over If you dont work, you dont eat All that talkin is cheap mayne, this hustle game is deep Back from the ??, west cola till they burry me With a bullet in my casket To lift my soul and keep them scared of me Work, like chemotherapy, when i let loose with the ?? So relentless, we sneakin, and creepin and keepin it off the hinges Bullys wit Fullys pullin strings like Jimi Hendrix Fuck a trick biotchh, when it comes to my click, my love is illest, IIIII -stick em like syringes, hard, heavy and devy I do whatever it take in life to make continous fetti Ready and willing killin them all off like nazi's No time for the he say she say we stay sloppy of that broccolli, we mob deep
[Chorus] Ride for my niggas Stay on the grind down to die for my niggas We real killas, big scrilla Blazin up doja zips Nigga, one false move and its over with, we blast And mash hard, livin large like a rock star lookin out for cop cars Mob life is, money over bitch, fuck a snitch, we the niggas hittin licks, flippin bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay] I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto Imagine if im livin in dead, head hauncho All up on your shit, westside represent, money and dope fuck a bitch, im a balla and a pimp Nigga we real ridas, aint no studio killas Leavin them hurt, doin the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla We mofioso, fuck the po-po, federali's and task Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast Skid off in they ass like gas, and get my strike on Hit the back route to my ?? cause im sleepin with my nikes on I'm seein facin hearin voices at my window Maybe these niggas is comin for me or maybe its the indo Sometimes I feel like I'm the that's doin ?? Cause I'm shady to my own lady, smokin up all my dank Down to blow, been funkin wrong lately I'm under pressure, with a tazer under my pillow and a glock on top of my dresser My bitch say I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special But fuck them, I cant trust nobody but Dan Wessern Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name Agent 187, smobbin ?? sprayin cocaine
[Chorus]
[Killa Tay] Damging bodies is a hobby they try to stop me but i mash hard Livin on the run like a track star so why act hard You know we packin when its time for some action These niggas never see me like revy jackson We be taxin they ass like IRS, I bring death They call me the grim reaper, creepin and sneakin em with the left Till they tone death my tank on F, I smash out I ain't no punk smokin dope blunts till I pass out I'm a rida, I love my momma mayne I'm puttin in work And doin dirt, skeet skirt, off the block, fuck the cops I'm the bully on the block, with fully on the spot When you see us ain't no love, we some thugs on the spot Watch, these papers gone turn Before the burn my im like a crooked attorney My money dirty like a football jersey at halftime Cause a nigga on a savage ass rhyme poppin my 9 for my past time But now I make mine the honest way Cant let em fuck me like they did my folks ?? My momma say im in too deep, but i cant change And it seem like my baby boy gone grow up doin the same thang Gotta gang bang, gotta make change Caught up in this thug shit, busta catch a slug quick It ain't no love trick I got hoes, from the crest side to the east side O' We get a sack and hit the track and ride slow thug livin nigga
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Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you aint rappin right nigga Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga Supposed to be hard, but y'all ain't actin like niggas Probably go both ways like a hermaphrodite nigga Bitch mades cant get no love I hit the highway like O.J, with blood on my gloves I roll like young buck, homies wanna hang with me But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously I'm thug pimpin, from ?? to Australia Never been a failure better believe it when I tell ya Sell you nothin but the A-1 yeh The innovator, pistol players manditory one shot To end the story the glory days is over If you dont work, you dont eat All that talkin is cheap mayne, this hustle game is deep Back from the ??, west cola till they burry me With a bullet in my casket To lift my soul and keep them scared of me Work, like chemotherapy, when i let loose with the ?? So relentless, we sneakin, and creepin and keepin it off the hinges Bullys wit Fullys pullin strings like Jimi Hendrix Fuck a trick biotchh, when it comes to my click, my love is illest, IIIII -stick em like syringes, hard, heavy and devy I do whatever it take in life to make continous fetti Ready and willing killin them all off like nazi's No time for the he say she say we stay sloppy of that broccolli, we mob deep
[Chorus] Ride for my niggas Stay on the grind down to die for my niggas We real killas, big scrilla Blazin up doja zips Nigga, one false move and its over with, we blast And mash hard, livin large like a rock star lookin out for cop cars Mob life is, money over bitch, fuck a snitch, we the niggas hittin licks, flippin bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay] I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto Imagine if im livin in dead, head hauncho All up on your shit, westside represent, money and dope fuck a bitch, im a balla and a pimp Nigga we real ridas, aint no studio killas Leavin them hurt, doin the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla We mofioso, fuck the po-po, federali's and task Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast Skid off in they ass like gas, and get my strike on Hit the back route to my ?? cause im sleepin with my nikes on I'm seein facin hearin voices at my window Maybe these niggas is comin for me or maybe its the indo Sometimes I feel like I'm the that's doin ?? Cause I'm shady to my own lady, smokin up all my dank Down to blow, been funkin wrong lately I'm under pressure, with a tazer under my pillow and a glock on top of my dresser My bitch say I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special But fuck them, I cant trust nobody but Dan Wessern Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name Agent 187, smobbin ?? sprayin cocaine
[Chorus]
[Killa Tay] Damging bodies is a hobby they try to stop me but i mash hard Livin on the run like a track star so why act hard You know we packin when its time for some action These niggas never see me like revy jackson We be taxin they ass like IRS, I bring death They call me the grim reaper, creepin and sneakin em with the left Till they tone death my tank on F, I smash out I ain't no punk smokin dope blunts till I pass out I'm a rida, I love my momma mayne I'm puttin in work And doin dirt, skeet skirt, off the block, fuck the cops I'm the bully on the block, with fully on the spot When you see us ain't no love, we some thugs on the spot Watch, these papers gone turn Before the burn my im like a crooked attorney My money dirty like a football jersey at halftime Cause a nigga on a savage ass rhyme poppin my 9 for my past time But now I make mine the honest way Cant let em fuck me like they did my folks ?? My momma say im in too deep, but i cant change And it seem like my baby boy gone grow up doin the same thang Gotta gang bang, gotta make change Caught up in this thug shit, busta catch a slug quick It ain't no love trick I got hoes, from the crest side to the east side O' We get a sack and hit the track and ride slow thug livin nigga
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