KILLA MATH

With my kinfolk off of Light Street and them niggas off of Nine Drunk as fuck, when I get buck I'm clingin' to my .38 Ringin' out some shots, straight to your dome, if you gon' player hate Builded for war, then jump off, got a sawed off pointed at the door Soon as you come in, I'm breakin' off some proper shit Gun smoke foggin' up the room, 'cause I'ma thread I specialized in hog killin' my enemy Deadly but maybe the hay be like keepin' me down with my dawg Niggas be runnin' they mouth to damn much So I gotta kick they door, make 'em think, that I'm done knockin' Rob 'em tho, if you didn't know, slick with my shit Pimpin', don't you ever disrespect my clique Just recognize, don't criticize these players bound for nationwide Know you really won't ana', you can't handle us We runnin' packs - you don't Mista Playa Dre, the crooked type So watch your back (Lemon-Lemon) Lemonhead sucker, motherfuckers wanna test my nuts Niggas wanna' gizzon here for P's, but please, blow out his guts Bitches tryna get a name by makin' stains like they so hard Trizzick you a hizzo, how I knizzow? Cause I pulled your card Fuckin' with the player-mob, killer squad up in this, bitch Is you gizzon be my hizzo, 'cause you is up on my dick? Killa nigga in your face, dizzog, I just caught a case Now I live in 2-0-1, with my roadie RizzedRum Now I'm izzout on the street On the creep, I'm lookin' for those Cap peelin', no stealin', these bullets I'm dealin' A villain is killin', be pimpin' this ho Buck, buck, you busters duck Mobb deep, on the motherfuckin' creep You lemons finna bite the dust, you bitches can not fuck with us Dressed up like a pimp in disguise, myself, I cramp up to the house Satan's got me doin' evil shit, like blowin' your brizzains out As I cap another ho with player youngblood on my shirt RedRum in reverse, bitch, it's a curse, that's why you in a hearse Money and murder, the way I go by my inner streak To much to live for, so I'ma shoot at my enemies I can't be caught slippin', because the nine's on my hip and If you think I be slippin, then try your luck, Imma shoot you trick Debo's my name, my enter worse with my clan I run up into your house and tie you up to a ceilin' fan Don't ask am I crazy, because I won't answer shit I just will show you, in due time, by killin' your mother, trick I'm strapped, don't trip, I love to see your guts spilled On the floor, when I start shootin' from my nine clip Sixes on my mind, all the time and it's gettin' thick Cross the path of a true soldier, get your wig split It's the killers in this motherfucker, hell yeah Ain't no fakin' from our heart Killers killin' while bitches flauge