Killa

I be damn if a nigga threat me,the little mo'fucker

Gone R.I.P,fuck a pig and I mean that literally.

Nigga blast at me don't expect it to be over,I

A pump hot shit in yo lung like u was a smoker,I

Mean shit a leave u burnt like to much time in the

Toaster.im a monster wit that machine,after that

Thing hit you and you low on health now u

Thinking bout your protein.on the block that

Crack disappear fast,like when shit go out of sale

And you get there last.killing ain't a thang,niggas

Know it ain't a joke when it's broad day and u

Still let it bang.i do the pussy good when I treat

Her to some good dick.they like it when i keep

Going and don't nut quick.im out for blood and

Bones,Iaa break a nigga face and I ain't talking

Bout sticks and stones.mofuckers betta not come

Round wit all that snitchin,dubs is how I'm

sittin,my buck 50 ain't no joke the way it glisten,

Touching that a mo'fucker gone come up missin

My squad down for whatever,I don't mind cold weather

I love when that Cush and hard liquor work

Together.enemies shit I seen some familier

Faces,i kill niggas by the cases,i like white

Bitches I ain't races.the grind is about that bread,

That's how stupid mofuckers get a hole in they

Head,then family members wonder how the

Little mo'fucker ended up dead.hell yeah I

Pop pills,shit maybe mo than I pop steel

Bottom line I trying to grind hard, no body guard