(feat. Cold 187Um) 



[Scratches for intro] 

"Give it up" 

"We have control of this transmission" 

[repeat x3] 



[Mz. Kilo] 

Boo yow, time for me to spark up the scenery 

So tell me what you need for a bitch like me 

to get loco, insane, psycho, no brain 

How ya want it? I serve it all the same 

More sir like some bomb ass chronic 

When it's dipped in a gallon of water, know what I'm sayin? 

But I don't touch that shit cos that'll stun ya 

But see me, I'm doper than the whole country of Colombia 

So buck buck to all the players in the click 

cos the B-L-A-C-K M-A-F-I-A 

Already done sewed up, umm half the shit 

(Yeah, so motherfuckers deal wit it) Come on 

So now I'm screamin to you has-been hoes 

who been tryin to get ya stripes back but see ya comin wack 

I need some elbow room, I need some fuckin wall space 

so I can make ya wanna free base, yo (yeah) 

And then ya all O.D. on the shit 

Cos I be kickin some bomb ass lyrics 

So get hip to the G-Funk, pop it in ya trizznuck 

and just roll because it helps 

I ain't really sayin that I'm all that 

But if my lyrics is phat, then label me that 

See cos too many motherfuckers they try to label me like a sucker 

But I lace more mics than Nike sells Flights 

Cos ain't nobody givin away props 

and if ya beggin for em, you need to stop so aah 



[Hook: Cold187Um] 

Tell me is she wrong 

Cos she thinks shit's done with the gangsta tone 

Tell me is she wrong 

Cos she thinks shit's done with the gangsta tone 

Tell me is she wrong 

Cos she thinks shit's done with the gangsta tone 

Tell me is she wrong 

Tell me is she wrong 



[Mz. Kilo] 

See now fools be suckin that plastic 

for that fast hit but they pass quick 

And niggas be smokin that home grown 

but you should leave it alone and get a hit of the indo homes 

See it's straight elementary loc 

I gotta move some weight, so I can't choke 

Cos if I choke, I'm goin up in smoke (Ugh) 

So I'ma open the fire and go for broke uhh 

Because my lingo is like a gang of, the proper yayo 

You can flip it and flip it and then it grow, uhh 

That's why they call me the K-I-L-O, ain't nuttin mellow 

but the flow, and my funky (hello) 

So let's take em to the flow zone 

while they get their rolls on, get their proper rolls on 

Cos I'ma hop it like a Deuce with twelve switches 

And clown on you punk bitches 

Cos I'm not blowin up niggas' pagers, niggas is blowin up mine 

And I might slip in on you suckers like I said in my rhyme 

It's like I'm turnin on the light and my roach is clear 

Guess what? That's how I'm feared 

Because the clip is in the motherfuckin Glock 

When I'm all on your ass is when I stop so aah 



[Hook] 



[Mz. Kilo] 

I got flavor, better yet about thirty-one of em 

and if I choose to give you some then nigga you's a lucky one 

Cos this ain't a game that I'm playin to lose 

Cos almost only counts in grenades and horseshoes 

So swing to the funk as your ears poppin 

and if I was in the pen I'd have a teardrop fool 

I ain't comin up in second place 

I carry a Glock in my purse, don't expect my fuckin mace 

Cos I don't wanna hello wait 

I hello buck buck buck, puttin slugs in your fuckin face 

Mz. Kilo goin psycho 

at night witta pistol, sippin on cisco 

And like I said I got the shit for ya 

See I'm half way through and I still owe ya, ugh 

Cos I'ma take you back like good friend 

(Like mom's fried chicken, greens and cornbread) 

See black people need to be proud to be black 

And white folks need to quit holdin us back 

They say "We Shall Overcome" but we ain't come up yet 

I got the ends, the ends and not the respect 

So think about what's really goin on 

while I'm livin next door in a bigger home so aah 



[Hook]