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| Меню» Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное | (*talking*) I`m fin to give you half a brick Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half Gon be the legend himself Bun B Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it [Hook] I`ma slang my caine, swang my swang Pop my trunk, bang my bang Grip my grain, recline my leather H-Town hoe, they can`t do it no better [Kyleon] I`m a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe I`m real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie The game`s hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley I`m Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can`t hold me Somebody please show me, a nigga mo` liver You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava Ain`t nothing but riders, in my click bitch And just like Rick James, I`m rich bitch My flow like bronchitis, I`m sick bitch So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit I`m a G but, Killa ain`t that boy from the Clover Like P, you don`t wanna go to war with a soldier I`ma aim thangs, that`ll put your brains on your shoulder Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah Now the game over, go find a reverend Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11 Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber I`m a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter Houston`s unorganized, I`m finna put it back in order (*talking*) Yeah, now that`s what I`m talking bout That`s that boy Killa Kyleon, right there Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down I`m fin to do this shit right here UGK style my nigga [Bun B] I got`s the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G`s That don`t do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood The cut throat`s on the creep, up to no good You got somebody you can call, then you sho` should Cause I`ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood Work on the highway, doja on the plane Pills through the UPS, I`m thoed in the game Got the drank from the drugsto`, and hoes on the corner It`s money on the street, and I`ma get it like I wanna Anytime you need to see me, it ain`t hard to find me Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue`s behind me Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting `em down Treat `em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button `em down [Hook - 2x] 
 
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