(feat. Mississippi)



[Killa Tay] 

Take it, how you want it, tre deep gettin blunted, in a circle

Purple haze, got me in a daze, evil ways

We blaze back to back, puttin' it down L.A. to Sac

Cali 'til I die bitch, all about my scrilla scratch

Fuck a hoe fa' sho', unless she tryin to do some dirt

I got to patch it down, wit' a triple deuce

Another strap up under the shirt, see

She might fuck one of the homies

But I cant sweat that, pussy got more miles than Southwest Airlines

Walkin' like a penguin, but she bringin home

Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain

But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game

Same, shit different day

Hit the liquor store, spend it, it wasnt my intention, but end up swervin'

Cause I'm pervin', servin', corners, on the way to pick this broad up

Po-po see mobbin, a nigga done fucked around and got caught up

But aint tryin' to see no jail cell

Still aint got no L's, but fool I got my strap

And a zip of hydro weed, I'm kied down for the high speed

in a V8, automatic shakin' the P's

Like Dukes of Hazard, murder gettin' colder, moves up tonight

Im lettin' 'em have it, murder

aint nothin' but a thang to me, we just some thugs

On the grind, livin' dangerously

I cut my perm off, switched up my name again

Nuts danglin, cant trust this game I'm in, the shit is faulty

So a nigga be on the down low, off indo

Same shit different day, young killa tay

Gettin' that cash flow, we riders 



[chorus: Mississippi] 

I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me

I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me



[Killa Tay] 

See I scheme and plot, on my dreams in life

sometimes I wake up to gun shots

Aimed at me, I never claimed to be, to great to touch

I'm livin' dangerously, and aint nobody to trust

I'm doin way too much, but I dont give a fuck

we can keep it real, and get 'em up, or we can buck

No love lost, you know I never been a punk

Better hide your newborn, if your family got funk

It's on, watch your front, watch your back

cause I be creepin from the blindside

Peelin caps, got 'em sleepin with they lights on

thus runnin through your house

Like a cyclone, duck and cover

but I pop 'em like a rubber in the process low profile

No smiles, wild, wild west, we shoot 'em up, on every track, murder mind

every time, Make 'em take it back, hit rewind

til its broke, we smoke rope I got the plug

Now my folks got the most dope, around March of 97's when the drop hits

But all my niggas still flippin' new outfits, im tryin' to get a grip

Ballin' like a 1st round draft pick, fuck what you heard about, nigga

This is cash click, bitch!, down and dirty 'til I get rich

I, wet 'em up like liquids when I spit this lyrical sickness

(my evil ways) 



[chorus] 



[Killa Tay] 

Mr. Mafioso, thats what they call me, 

style hella saucy, back the fuck up off me

They die if they cross me, death is what they ask fo', 

fuck wit my cash flow

Blast your ass, and bend the block, 

be prepared when it cock, 'cause I never miss

I'm the type of nigga, make a white man prejudice, keep it underground

Never switchin' up on you, bring your strap 

and some scratch if you come to California

'Cause money talks, bullshit walks, and hoes gaffle, west coast mafia

Ballin wit no askin, busters in my mix, 

actin hard, nigga give me that, get the game twisted, 

I'ma smoke 'em like a 50 sack, never shed a tear

Even when my close folks died, 

but aint no tellin when its time for a homicide

Retaliation is a must where I come from, 

me and my nigga Sip be lettin' 'em have it

So if you want some, come get some 



[chorus]