Keep On Rolling

[Verse 1]
My beeper goes off, and I awoke
Pocket full of money, suitcase full of dope
Took me a bath to get myself clean
Put on some dope clothes 'cause I gotta look mean
Ate a little breakfast, so I got fool
Jumped in the ’98 'cause it's time to bool
The bitch waved me down, you know I’m stoppin'
Tell the bitch I love her, know I'm just poppin'
A quarter to three when I hit the trap
A worker fuckin' up, so I give 'em the slap
He ran away with the whole damn farm
Motherfuckin' ass 'cause the kid’s too dumb
I thought he was down, but I thought too fast
Now he walkin’ 'round with some slugs in his ass
Called the folks and they was all around
They said when they catch me, they’ll beat me down
I heard those words and they was right behind me
Dipped through the woods, motherfuckers couldn't find me
Ran up the street, where I got stuck
Sucker slammed me on the ground, cold fucked my clothes up
Fucked up the girl's chain, fresh gold ring
I can see they didn't care for my material things
I called the lawyer, said "make some waves"
Said "you know we out we out in three motherfuckin’ days"
Three days passed, and I been released
Went to find my bitch 'cause I need a piece
I rocked that ass until it was swollen
'Cause I'm the Kilo and I'ma keep on rollin'

[Verse 2]
Talkin' to a bitch on the side of the street
She's trynin' to sucker me in, but I can't be beat
She said she need a nigga who can pay her rent money
I cracked a smile, freak was kinda funny
She got bad, grabbed me by my shirt
I said "ho it ain't my problem, bitch you hurt"
I said "let me go", freak said "no"
Reached back, hit the ho with the body blow
Jumped in the '98 on Fulton Boulevard
Didn't know in 30 seconds I'm about to get robbed
Stopped at the stop sign, while I saw this pucker
Four fuckers jumped out, "give it up, motherfucker"
Yeah, I was mad, and you know that
After all, I had the albums in the back
Shot off the '98, well that was all swell
Because like I say, revenge yourself
Ran to the telephone to call the fellas
Sucker lamp across the street, why?, 'cause they jealous
Call R & J, to get the AK
Put my quarter in the game, now it's time to play
I caught the motherfuckers not far from there
I remember the nigga with the dye in his hair
Jumped out of the car, said "don't make a move"
So hit the nigga upside the head with my pistol
Shot him in his spine, took what was mine
Kilo rules, don't leave a sucker behind
I started walkin' off, then I heard one move
Nigga looked me in the face, or what you tryin' to prove?
I'm tryin' to prove my shit can't be stolen
'Cause I'ma get it back and keep on rollin'

[Verse 3]
I'm a dirty motherfucker, to answer your question
Bitch you get mad 'cause I don't show any affection
I'm makin' the big bucks, hard when my dick suckin'
Rent-a-pay? Bitch, you outta luck
You ain't freakin', I ain't speakin'
My money I'm keepin'
You see the '98, and to the ride I'm creepin'
I'm like a samurai, I dissapear when the folks come
And they wonder where I motherfuckin' gone
They know me, they know my identity
Every other day, they got another one from me
I'm the Kilo, that's the price you pay
An example of a nigga that I killed the other day
Pulled off his head, used it for a urinal
Went to the church, fucked up the damn funeral
The sound of a AK, bang to release
Ah ha motherfuckers, now rest in peace
So the next time you think you controllin'
The Kilo's in effect, and I'ma keep on rollin'

[Verse 4]
We be out on the night, a jockey on the corner
Bitch'll suck your dick for a rock if you wanna
Dope is down the street, to the cut
The boy walk around with an ounce and a nut
A fresh gold chain, good and a dog
A concrete sup like soft and paw
So I yelled out "what's up with you?"
Sucker shootin' everywhere, it's a robbin' crew
Dipped through the cut to the parking lot
Ain't no motherfucker finna take what I got
Ran to the car to get the gat
Brought the M-16, and hit it back
Hit the block, you should've seen suckers scramble
Shootin' 'em down like I was motherfuckin' Rambo
One escaped me, he ran for his car
He gettin' 'em off street, so I jumped in the Jaguar
Chased him up the street to the dead anchor
Could've swore that I had his motherfuckin' ass in
He jumped out the car and hit the woods
For a fat motherfucker, he can run very good
I chased him about three minutes I say
Then I shot him in the head up on the highway
That's the game, you gotta be bold, man
The Kilo's in effect, and I'ma keep on rollin'

[Verse 5]
When I got a fresh new automobile
A '89 Caddy, Saville
Trimmed in gold with a fresh gold pack
A grill in the front and some bitches just to match
Just a burgandy rag, sittin' on top
I used to ride high, now I had it dropped
Ridin' around town, sucker for a fatty
From the dashboard come the semi-automatic
Jumped out the car, sucker think I'm playin'
Cocked back the pistol, and went to sprayin'
Shot three rounds in the center of his chest
He ain't talkin' no more shit
'Cause I put the boy to rest
His mother started cryin', I said "I hate it"
Threw the rock on the chest
Just to make the girl related
Heard the sound from all around
With the shot of a pistol, damn, I was down
From the blind side, somebody stole me
A man on the ground, like stroodin' away slowly
One minute I'm hot, the next I'm frozen
Another nigga get my dope and keep on rollin'