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(feat. Bun B)


[talking]

I'm fin to give you half a brick

Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half

Gon be the legend himself Bun B

Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it


[Hook]

I'ma slang my caine, swang my swang

Pop my trunk, bang my bang

Grip my grain, recline my leather

H-Town hoe, they can't do it no better


[Kyleon]

I'm a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe

I'm real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie

The game's hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley

I'm Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can't hold me

Somebody please show me, a nigga mo' liver

You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava

Ain't nothing but riders, in my click bitch

And just like Rick James, I'm rich bitch

My flow like bronchitis, I'm sick bitch

So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit

I'm a G but, Killa ain't that boy from the Clover

Like P, you don't wanna go to war with a soldier

I'ma aim thangs, that'll put your brains on your shoulder

Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah

Now the game over, go find a reverend

Cause niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11

Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling

He fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell him

Whoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harder

I upset these niggaz, like Antonio Tarva

I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber

I'm a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver

Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter

Houston's unorganized, I'm finna put it back in order


[talking]

Yeah, now that's what I'm talking bout

That's that boy Killa Kyleon, right there

Repping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay down

I'm fin to do this shit right here

UGK style my nigga


[Bun B]

I got's the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wild

When guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fire

So put out your black and mild, you fucking with G's

That don't do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing pow

Up in the truck and ride down, on your whole hood

The cut throat's on the creep, up to no good

You got somebody you can call, then you sho' should

Cause I'ma come through and burn your ass, like slow wood

Work on the highway, doja on the plane

Pills through the UPS, I'm thoed in the game

Got the drank from the drugsto', and hoes on the corner

It's money on the street, and I'ma get it like I wanna

Anytime you need to see me, it ain't hard to find me

Fingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue's behind me

Fuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting 'em down

Treat 'em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button 'em down


[Hook x2]