[talking:] 

Yeah that's right, bounce Killa 

It's your favorite rapper's, favorite rapper nigga 

Dead End Southside, Boyz N Blue 

Boss Hogg Outlawz nigga, they know Killa run it 



[Kyleon:] 

It's Killa Kyleon, I'm back up in the mix again 

Pyrex fork scratching, I'm back up in the bricks again 

And you can catch me in the hood, like a fan belt 

With a heater on me, that'll make your man melt 

I'm the truth in the booth, I'm not liar homie 

No I snitch, I ain't letting FED's, put a wire on me 

Before Killa take the stand, he gon take a man life 

Put him in the sleeper, like the reaper nigga 

I'll have you pushing up daisies, like a gardener 

Head covered in red, like St. Louis Cardinals 

So play pussy, and you gon get fucked quick homie 

Only difference is, you the pussy this the dick homie 

Billy the Kid, Kyleon'll make you famous 

I'm the best rapper in Houston, listen that's a no-brainer 

And that ain't arrogance, that's confidence 

I make good music like Kanye, use your common sense 



[Slim Thug:] 

This one for my niggaz on the grind, moving rocks on the corner 

Laws on watch, streets hotter than a sauna 

Hustlers getting paid, always keep the heater on ya 

Cause them niggaz start to hate, when your paper gets stronger 

My paper getting longer, your paper getting shorter 

My grind mo' stronger, I hustle mo' harder 

I'm way mo' smarter, than them other rap dudes 

With them bad attitudes, cause they broke and confused 

I'm at peace, no beef with no crews 

But if I battled on the beats or the streets, I won't lose 

I'm a motherfucking winner mayn 

Every contest I enter mayn, way back since I was a beginner mayn 

By far, I don't bar the war 

I take the top off your car, and fire up a cigar 

Niggaz bitches, need to wear panties and bras 

Niggaz snitches, and they don't even know who you are 

Just talking, for the spotlight 

I ain't hard to find, you can catch young Slim Thug out nights 

Up in the town, fucking around 

Having fun at the same time, clutching a pound 

Face a clown, wanna do a show 

The fo'-fo' blow smoke, like a nigga blowing pounds of the killer dro 

They act hard, but them niggaz know 

Come playing with the Boss man, and get you bumped off man 



[PJ:] 

These hating ass niggaz, love to see you doing bad 

That's why I grab my pen and pad, and do these niggaz bad 

Stay fresh to death, till my body out of breath 

I'm PJ bitch, keep your hating to yourself 

Stick to the G-code, real with this game 

I done been through it all, and I'm still in the game 

Selling cocaine, gotta get it how I live 

Might blow a nigga brains, gotta get it how I live 

Pull up on the scene, everybody freeze up 

Thugging like a motherfucker, staying G'd up 

J's on my feet, with a fresh white T 

I'm a Outlaw bitch, you ain't gotta like me 

Knocking hoes down, like bowling pins 

Hoes recognize a G, when I'm strolling in 

Like Yokahoma tires, I hull these hoes 

I'm a playa made nigga, I don't love these hoes what 



[talking:] 

Mic check one-two, one two 

You know who it is nigga, freestyling in this bitch 

Sir motherfucking Daily, Rayface 

Killa Kali, Thugga, PJ, C. Ward 



[Sir Daily:] 

Outlawz in this bitch, and you know we gon floss 

The weather hot, so the top getting tossed 

I'm a Boss, so I throw it in the air 

Come through, Sir Daily got a hoe and I'ma share 

I keep pairs, yeah I keep twins 

Got's to slide through, I'm thinking bout my ends 

Thinking bout a Benz, with them what cock eyes 

I'ma come through, nice hoe with thick thighs 

Got's to be fine, if she on my nigga dick 

I'ma come through, in this bitch getting rich 

Got's to get big, I got's to get fatter 

Daily in this bitch, got drank in my badder 

Hoes on my nuts, but I pay em no mind 

Got's to get paid, everyday on the grind 

Puffing on pounds, I'ma share with my niggaz 

Nigga talk down, garunteed to see triggas 

Cock them hoes back, I'ma just pull 

Daily in this bitch, off the drank and I'm full 

Got like a bull, I'ma just raise 

I'm 2005, on another page 

Put it in your face, never gon slack 

Got PJ, in the back blowing sacks