[Killa Tay] 

Uh huh, Yeah 

We gone call this one big scrilla 

For all my niggas out there thug pimpin 

D-1A up in this muthafucka, ya' know 

For yall sucka ass niggas, uh 



Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you aint rappin right nigga 

Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga 

Supposed to be hard, but y'all ain't actin like niggas 

Probably go both ways like a hermaphrodite nigga 

Bitch mades cant get no love 

I hit the highway like O.J, with blood on my gloves 

I roll like young buck, homies wanna hang with me 

But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously 

I'm thug pimpin, from ?? to Australia 

Never been a failure better believe it when I tell ya 

Sell you nothin but the A-1 yeh 

The innovator, pistol players manditory one shot 

To end the story the glory days is over 

If you dont work, you dont eat 

All that talkin is cheap mayne, this hustle game is deep 

Back from the ??, west cola till they burry me 

With a bullet in my casket 

To lift my soul and keep them scared of me 

Work, like chemotherapy, when i let loose with the ?? 

So relentless, we sneakin, and creepin and keepin it off the hinges 

Bullys wit Fullys pullin strings like Jimi Hendrix 

Fuck a trick biotchh, when it comes to my click, my love is illest, IIIII -stick em like syringes, hard, heavy and devy 

I do whatever it take in life to make continous fetti 

Ready and willing killin them all off like nazi's 

No time for the he say she say we stay sloppy of that broccolli, 

we mob deep 



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Ride for my niggas 

Stay on the grind down to die for my niggas 

We real killas, big scrilla 

Blazin up doja zips 

Nigga, one false move and its over with, we blast 

And mash hard, livin large like a rock star lookin out for cop cars 

Mob life is, money over bitch, fuck a snitch, we the niggas hittin licks, 

flippin bricks gettin rich off tricks 



[Killa Tay] 

I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto 

Imagine if im livin in dead, head hauncho 

All up on your shit, westside represent, 

money and dope fuck a bitch, im a balla and a pimp 

Nigga we real ridas, aint no studio killas 

Leavin them hurt, doin the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla 

We mofioso, fuck the po-po, federali's and task 

Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast 

Skid off in they ass like gas, and get my strike on 

Hit the back route to my ?? cause im sleepin with my nikes on 

I'm seein facin hearin voices at my window 

Maybe these niggas is comin for me or maybe its the indo 

Sometimes I feel like I'm the that's doin ?? 

Cause I'm shady to my own lady, smokin up all my dank 

Down to blow, been funkin wrong lately 

I'm under pressure, with a tazer under my pillow 

and a glock on top of my dresser 

My bitch say I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special 

But fuck them, I cant trust nobody but Dan Wessern 

Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name 

Agent 187, smobbin ?? sprayin cocaine 



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[Killa Tay] 

Damging bodies is a hobby they try to stop me but i mash hard 

Livin on the run like a track star so why act hard 

You know we packin when its time for some action 

These niggas never see me like revy jackson 

We be taxin they ass like IRS, I bring death 

They call me the grim reaper, creepin and sneakin em with the left 

Till they tone death my tank on F, I smash out 

I ain't no punk smokin dope blunts till I pass out 

I'm a rida, I love my momma mayne I'm puttin in work 

And doin dirt, skeet skirt, off the block, fuck the cops 

I'm the bully on the block, with fully on the spot 

When you see us ain't no love, we some thugs on the spot 

Watch, these papers gone turn 

Before the burn my im like a crooked attorney 

My money dirty like a football jersey at halftime 

Cause a nigga on a savage ass rhyme poppin my 9 for my past time 

But now I make mine the honest way 

Cant let em fuck me like they did my folks ?? 

My momma say im in too deep, but i cant change 

And it seem like my baby boy gone grow up doin the same thang 

Gotta gang bang, gotta make change 

Caught up in this thug shit, busta catch a slug quick 

It ain't no love trick 

I got hoes, from the crest side to the east side O' 

We get a sack and hit the track and ride slow thug livin nigga 



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I ride for my niggas