Run it gangstas and gentlemen
It's your boy Killa n***a
They know who it is
That's right n***a run it yeah
That's right the truth in this b***h n***a
The truth in this motherf**ker n***a
Killa
Kyleon：
On and on and my glock I'm palming
Take two shots and call me in the morning
You ain't gotta see P Diddy to get a warning
Or go to Big Poppa to ask him who shot ya
I'm the doctor this lyrical surgery
The truth in the booth while y'all committing purgery
I'm a star on these tracks G go and ask P
With the flow water's the only thing that can match me
Apply pressure that'll knock off your shoulders
I'm finna to do away with these knock off Hovas
Spit a sixteen end your careers
Since you can't see me tell somebody lend you a ear
Now they listening the picture's clear
I'm in the top spot whack raps can't get you here
And that's the reason why I got this nice bling
With these Bathing Apes fits and this kicks by Ice Cream
PJ：
Six in the morning back on the block
With a big black glock and a pack full of rocks
Back on top out of the FED's
Outlaw n***a back getting his bread
Straight from the hood that's all I know
Sell grams of this dro or grams of blow
Hustler fa sho the O G's told me
Trust no n***a do my dirt by my lonely
Most n***az fony fraud as hell
Rap or the trap got bars for sale
N***az be hating pay em no mind
Keep f**king they b***hes stay on my grind
Hate to see a n***a shine mad and s**t
N***az act like they never had s**t
PJ n***a G fa sho
Just hit a n***a up when you need that snow
Chris Ward：
My flow is hell a vicious your's is repetitious
I's a playa spread the word go tell them b***hes
They just mad at me and hate me gladly
Cause I ain't they baby daddy pushing that baby caddy
See I'm that nig they call C Wig
That pump more oil than a f**king oil rig
I got a style that the whole world can dig
And I can make any track snap like a twig
Even though my flow is kinda hard to catch on
You gotta do like Lambo doors and latch on
On my hip like a phone clip the strap is attached on
If you disrespect the kid leave half your back gone
See all my life I done rolled with G's
Thugstas hustlers and I roll with thieves
You n***az is p***y
You need to check yourself between the legs to see if you got ovaries
As for me my pockets stay overdosed with these
And I got more dames than churches got rosaries
Yeah yeah I'm C Wiggity Whoadie Weez
With a attitude that can take on four of me's
I got goals for the future
And one of them is to sell c d's overseas
I mean I'm to the point where I'm trying to weigh my own salaries
Hundred percent fat plus high counts of calories
You know I get in these h*es head like allergies
And have em bidding over the d**k like they at those galleries
These new rappers don't flatter me
Even though they say imitation is the highest form of flattery
Talking：
Thank ya but no thank ya d**k riders
Slim Thug：
The Boss is back the Boss is back
I told P let a G G talk to that
You wanna be like the Boss it'll cost you black
Saw a lot of good years I'm a flosser black
Whether rap or crack the money the proof
A straight hustler from the youth n***a that's the truth
When y'all was shooting hoops through the nets and loops
I was standing on the block or standing in the booth
Like I'ma get it like Nino or Snoop s**t
Either or but f**k being poor
I'ma walk up the block till my legs get sore
Spit hits in the mic till my throat get raw
Run the streets if it's peace or war
If I gotta squash beef shoot the heat some more
We're here this evening for one reason
To keep the streets bleeding this Outlaw season
The light green for me and my dream team
To be scene from Queens to the streets of Bejing
So clean when I hit the scene hot new drop
New bop on the block picking up a new knot
Got the number one spot records sell or not
Nan n***a wanna see me in that parking lot
Nan n***a wanna see me when it come to the diamonds
I'll blind him you crazy I'll out shine him
Rock in the pinky ring cost mo' than your set up
Chain so heavy I can barely hold my head up
You seen a yard with this many cars
Whatever you ain't making no sense lil' man just shut up