Lyrics:
Trick or treat, it's Killa B
Knock on the door, we ain't here for sweets
Billie Jean, feel it beat
I been hot since I lost my virginity
Killing
who trippin' at? - Point niggas out
'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
your fuckin' head
Cause that's the situation that's given
I'm livin' up to the top 'cause this is my only shot
To go and murder these beats, whether you
to hear them sounds
Stop by the corner store
Right by that compound
(Cuz I'm)
Feeling real good, got to go out
VIP in the club right now
Haters
and duckin the feds,
Thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that
Choppers on deck, yeah the choppers on deck
More money, more problems, more sex
More bitches more cash, more
Bitches more cash
That's all these young
Down by the motion
Down by the girl
Down into let go of me
I don't ever hurt
We shadow down
We shadow down
By the water land
Baby don't move it
the finish
Forgive me, God.
That's more than a sentence.
Confessing the truth with repentance
No selling out boy thissa blessing
I'm stepping these miles by
dome nigga
Pauleo the best nigga, up that thang with no stress nigga, knock out yo chest
Nigga then knock off the rest nigga
Shit real so I stay
the double Champ does what the fuck he wants
Mayweather, your old and your small and the is that you'll do feck all
'Cause precision beats power and timing
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king
from nun
My talent was knock people out since I was 7
Imma beat you till you orange like trump
Grew up in hood and that's what I learnt
I won this beef
any beat I can no pringle whoo
Fill you up with lead like whoo
Knock the brain out yo head like whoo
We only fucking there won't be no passion
You
Ain't a better duo than Chop and Frost
Knock it off
We broke the doors right down
Now the locks is off
We took the game by storm
And to top it off
We
it
But you can't be like me nigga not at all
You can't be like me nigga knock it off
You cant, be like me, nigga why would you think that
Bitches I
with a knock so don't think ima box
When I get in the booth all I speak is the truth
Mind your business, don't die by trying to be cool
And don't be
Grah Grah Grah
That bitch she was running and shit
Got beat with the grip
Ooter go coo throwing shots at his fit
GANG, Imma up it won't miss
Like
could see it in her eyes (yep)
And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs
God-damn! That's what you call a home-run
I knock it out
Bring that beat back
That's what's up
[verse 2]
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Lined em up at fort knox
To die
Knock a nigga off, beat the body (beat the body)
I'm just makin' all these deposits
Neighborhood nice and quiet, thought I saw Mr. Rogers, nigga
Was in the belly of that beast
Ain't know if I was ready, but I braced
Myself to leap, was no one that
Could help me, had to face it like G
Type
you."
I dropped $25 over there
Say less I bought the beat
Bruh the next day I hand it back to him, "Pillow Talk"
Boom that was it
He was like "Nigga"
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
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