Killa

I might long mink it

Or fly fox it

Might floor seat it

Or skybox it

What's in my pocket? Don't worry I got it

Araab hit em with a sky rocket

You a love cuffer, me and my blood brothers?

Cook the beef like Fuddruckers, duck sucker

What I think of them? I ain't no judge, fucker

What I deal with? Nothin' but drugs, brother

Smack ya girl, kill ya pops, take ya mother

Stab ya aunt, hit ya sis, duct tape ya brother

First drawer is all suede, Jamaican colors

Make em take cover

Me? I teach laundering

Coke, please bond with me

Only time you meet girls on E-Harmony

The block, I treat, like the Pharmacy

From the back of Delanor to the Armory

(Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...)

Sliiiiiiiiiime!

Yo, if these walls could speak, they'd tell me "Let's go! "

Like Wall Street, Billy First, Meeko and Gecko

Was ambitious, determined I'm in Joe Pesch mode

They put my name in the black book cause they petro

Black retro's, yeah them 60 plus

And black expo, necks broke just to look at us

Ridiculous delivery, the boss type

She fell in love with my kick game like paw spikes

Half the shit, you spit plain, you part nice

Half the brick is cooked cain, that's hard white

Automar bright, all the haters respect it

Feel like the governor in the Schwarzenegger collection

I'm just fuckin' them, I don't care who she slept with

Shorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic

These rappers hot combs, your boy the next pick

I don't straighten it out, get blown when the tech spit

(Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...)

Yo I was always a smart ass, pullin' BM's out of Park Ave

Hand the rock to em off the ground like a bounce pass

(Coke cash!)

So was my heart when the pound blast

You could fuck up some paper just make sure gutter mouth stash

No OutKast, love me low in the Big Boi

Border her ass, throw some D's on it like Rich Boy

Benz high class, Crown Vic's be our 6-4

Shit is like Crenshaw, way to be Blood and Crip calls

He ain't lying get thrown from the 6th floor

Blown from the 4-5 my dick in ya bitch jaw

All them diamonds that's what my wrist for

Any problems? That's what the clique for

Fuck a big tour, I sail on the sick shore

Girls are like lotto, Doggy I pick 4

Word, Homie

They phony

Macy's, Neiman's, Bloomy's they know me

(Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...)