(feat. Blitz)



[Verse I]

Yo, we the killer kids

And everything we spit be the most extradinary

Tremendous, rap come in flurries

Outbreaks of violence enhance the bars

We all generals and claim status, we five stars

Been goin' hard since the growth in the womb

Album comin' soon we gon' show niggas the tombs

That we call apartments, use you consciencness

Q.B. the graveyard we the harvesters, to this

( ? ) and raw lyrics

Create a mosh pit and thug niggas and ban all beginners

Crud be the cry for my niggas in arms

Military style, is little dolls runnin' wild

World full or war lords and barbarians

We at the top of the list so who you better than?

High-voletules street full of ( ? )

Back down bitches with brain, the crud logical



[Chorus]

Aiyo, why y'all wanna play with my team

Why y'all think everything just a motherfuckin' game

For the haters I advise you to zip your lip

Or you might get hit with some shit thats spit is kildren

Why y'all want to play with my team

Why y'all think everything is just a motherfuckin' game

It's Q.B. crud love; who want what

Act up for real spit slap mouth out ya grill



[Verse II]

Aiyo why you watchin' me close for

You don't know that I'll blow four

Leave you in a casket with a closed door

Jealousy; why, 'cause you ain't likin' a kid?

Soon my wrist be lit, like the lights on a bridge

You in trainin' now, what'chu fightin' your bitch

You can act real good who writin the script

It ain't no problem when gettin' low

And the only milk that I ever spilled is when I missed the 'bow

So don't re-talk it nigga like it's war when you see me

Crudded out, all tall when you see me

You doin' your bird, tryna skip the line

I hope she don't wait a whole year

'Cause she tellin' me the kid is mine

Aiyo my life ain't shit of course

And I'm depressed, with gray hair face down to my chest

Let's get it poppin' you plottin

Nigga it won't work

It'll only get you stomped out till it don't hurt



[Chorus]



[Verse III]

Yo, the '86 throw back

Muna better than ever

To equalize under the level, who want it?

Shit bow niggas get flushed down the toilet

For them slick talkin' niggas that order it

Parties - we spoil it

Have promoters closin' the clubs

Blowin' on dubs quick to disperse let out a slugs

Muena from the heaven above

Crud love, add on, and get your math right

Rhyme flow tight some laminate thugs

Lose eyesight triple-O sanikes

Have you weaken at the beekend

Heat seakin' scope you out

Kildren the nicest; street word of mouth

Curbing you out on the four front 

of the orange lure import new ports and we scowin' 'em out



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