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...) [Verse 2: Vado]

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...) [Verse 3: Vado]

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 [Verse 4: Cam'ron]

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...)