Killa

[Intro]
Dynamite
It’s WillThaRapper nigga
Say look
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
[?] in the studio double SO so shit
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
Solo rapping nigga
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite
You the dynamite

[Verse 1]
RIP your papi, that nigga was gone brazy
This beef shit be for real man
These streets out here be crazy
The feds be killing us but I shoot back
And I get 80
I will never see these streets
Till my babies have their babies
Shit be crazy, I ain’t going like that
Run up on me get shot I ain’t busting fight back
Lil nigga always [?] you ain’t talking like that
How the fuck this your block you ain’t posted like that
And the Ogs round there tell me you a bitch
Wanna beef what for you ain’t nothing but a lick
You just smoke for some smoke
You ain’t nothing but a vic
Get a hoe set you up you ain’t nothing to a bitch
All ma niggas in the whip fit all black
Everybody on dark so we all strap
Run down while you try to make a call to the plug
Bust a pound you ain’t never get the call back
And the streets with the beef with the beef I don’t fall back
Homicides kidnap some with all that
If he run then the bullets hitting all backs
Send away the leaf turn red you think fall back
Fat [?] got the squad back
Playing with them tools better wear you fucking [?]
Once we get the word we ain’t tweeting no respond back
We just pulling up shit sour hear a car crash
You hear skrrrrt blow, knocking everything standing up to the ground
Hood on mute you ain’t hear a fucking sound
[?] and ma squad so renowned
I'll lay a nigga down I ain’t playing with a nigga
Send some shells in your home like they staying with a nigga
If the squad so loyal leave em laying with a nigga
[?] his hood yeah up had a deal with the nigga
Send him back to the lord he can deal with a nigga
Send his good man with him he can chill with a nigga
How you know a nigga snitching and you still with a nigga
I be thinking you would fucked around and squeal with the nigga
And I kill with the niggas that I run with
So don’t get gunned down over dumb shit
I be smoking loud till ma mofucking lung red
Keep a mack chicken and a thirty shot drumsticks
I lay his hoe with the rest one clip
Leave his tongue red like he just ate fun dip
Little do you know he ate a whole drum can
I don’t even know if his face stomach ate those shot
And I let off A4 shots when we spray around A4 block
To his mother fucking head watch his mother fucking
Face, nose drops woop woop
Man I hate those cops I bleed through the blocks
Dot cops can't speed through the block
Ops hard can't creep through the block
Might hop out the whip then kick it on feet through the block
Anything [?] cause that jail shit dead
All that court and cell shit dead
I rather go to hell and stay
But the real niggas know it’s a heaven for a G in the streets
Man I rather go a day and stay till then I run the streets
Make music fuck hoes get bread smoke dope
Pass out get head
Wake up with a bitch in the kitchen
What she fixing get fed and it’s back to the streets getting bread
This a real nigga life devil try to steal niggas life
Fuck around try to kill niggas twice
I ain’t worried bout that cause I'm still in the streets
Saying that with ma man on the block with a pipe
If you ain’t with the shit niggas really not with this life
Need to stop then they start living right
If you play too much in the streets get head at the light
And you know you ain’t get to live twice