Lyrics:
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,
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,
Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
a nigga than they put in Swiss cheese
[Sugawolf]
Now check credential, these niggas be killa status
Pack a tech, tote a tommy, you know I brandish
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
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
correct
Im a King lil mama what do you expect
We jigging, girls picking
The lames show respect
I get to the bag
The cash I collect
Yea yea
Killa Cam aye
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
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
'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
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
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
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
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
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
Reefer
Marijuana
Too many upper hands, dancing with Kali Ma
I'm Willy Wonka come up and get a lollipop
No facades, we're offing false profits
Faucet
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
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