Killa

[Intro]
You got access to any kinda weapon they want within twenty-four hours
Yo twin, wanna give me AK-47?
I— I can't see

[Chorus: Crime Boss]
Kill-killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Insane on-insane on-insane on-insane on the trigger, nigga
Insane on-insane on-insane on-insane on the trigger, nigga
Kill-killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Killer, Columbian necktie a nigga, when I—
Insane on-insane on-insane on-insane on the trigger, nigga
Insane on-insane on-insane on-insane on the trigger, nigga

[Verse 1]
As I go on with my four below zero number one, non-stop about the things I know
Let it go, squeeze the trigger, lay yo' ass down like dominos
Click, pop, with my Glock non-stop, but not bloody Glock
Wizzhy I kill for a blizzunt?
Killin' these motherfuckin' braincells, have me goin' crazy, 2-0-1, to jail
I'm havin' problems with my motherfuckin' life
Takin' it up to the next level, steal shit, what's right?
Oh my God, I'm down on my knees
I'm blind, I can't see

[Verse 2: Midnyte (The Prince of Darkness)]
The shadow of death has come for pay, the bullet will spray, that bitch must lay
The bitch will pay, victim of that motherfuckin' 12-gauge
On a rampage with the motherfuckin' South Memphis Clan
Half-Man, Quick Sand, also known The Right Hand Mane
Little Shanksta, S-O-D, talk is cheap, six feet deep
R.I.P. put you to sleep, don't you even fuck with me
Never try me, split personality, buckshots for your fuckin' family
For your family, it's a fatality, shit is reality not a formality
Movin' and groovin', you suckers are losin', I'm hopin' and scopin', you cowards are chokin'
I'm comin' and huntin', you faggots are runnin'
You're slippin' and trippin', I'm packin' the clip
Smokin' and jokin', the indo bud chokin', I'm smokin' a spliff and I got that grip
Time to take another trip, evil lurks in the dark

[Verse 3: ?]
Bloody Glock, unlocked, keep it cocked for the stang up, mane
With the chrome Gat, I'm leavin' in a box
Shot, shot, clip after clip, wannabe [?] to the cut
Cut, clizzick with the shit, leavin' niggas in the ditch, ho
When we swarm with the [?]
To this you come, when you come, come with your group full of indo
When the wind blows, blizzow, not the blizzunt, now you knizzow
Take a step back, pull it, don't fuck with my clique, ho
Deadly nigga, walk around, I wanna dread beat, spit, pull my shit
Swat with the MAC, and now with the machete, bitch
'Cause in my hood, what you would, pull the tone
One million niggas cap peelin' when the gang bang
So, I'd take a ten step back, baby boy, [?]
With the clip in, nigga, and ain't scared to use it
Put thangs up, be how to be, but don't get dropped
Deep pop with the Glock, non-stop, 'cause I can't see

[Verse 4: DJ Pinky]
Fall to the ground, don't make a sound, bitch you better not try to approach me
Real killers outta South, lay yo' ass down on the ground, hoish nigga go and pray to me
Step to a player wrong, now we got it goin' on
Bring that shit to the Southview, bitch
Blind-ass niggas can't see well, but I got a nine comin' straight from hell
DJ Pinky would never give a fuck
Shoot 'em to the ground, make a motherfucker duck
Real niggas really don't give a fuck, nine out of ten, don't test my nuts
Keep yo' motherfuckin' mouth shut or die, fuckin' with a real G
I'm blind, I can't see

[Verse 5: The KE]
I pop, drop the hoes, and makin' them Glocks stop, nigga, 'fore I kill you
Ain't afraid to spill your blood, nigga, 'cause I pimp off in the cut
Dead, fuck a fed charge, I pled to the mane next to your bed, car's red
KE, funksta's up in this nigga head, so what?
I break it down with a loud sound, drinkin' crown, clown if I frown (What's up?)
Shootin' round after motherfuckin' round, if you dont duck; nigga in the ground (You stuck)
This real shit, legit, I stick my clique, killers out the M-Town, it's thick
And don't fuck around with no funny shit, but dismiss
Full metal jacket nigga cut the record, I can't hang out 'cause there's too much on my mind (Free a player, but you won't listen)
But you dissed me, so you must be blind
So I'm takin' this time and puttin' together your punishment
And chief a Swisher Sweet, and gather my bonds and shit