(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung, Marvaless, Lunasicc)



[Killa Tay] 

I'm mastermindin the plot, you ???? the spot 

Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop

I tote my heat, and hold my ground 

They know I clown 

Pistol whippin and strippin em 

Down to they riches, rapin they bitches 

Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin 

Hollow tips fire from all directions, leavin em wetted 

Yo pieces deleted from existence, don't make no difference 

I'm bangin like Metallica, serve any challenger 

With a tre 8 caliber, fuckin em up like Algebra 

From Cali to Florida, call the coroner 

I'm missing in action, packin a full clip, for the bullshit 

I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face 

What's up now, ????? 



[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch 

From the shit that get spit to take a lock on the dick 

Like a red nosed pick nigga 

I don't really give a shit about they life man 

Off that night train 

Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man 

And that's right man 

Leave em layin in the cut 

With they guts cut up what up 

Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help 

I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so) 

Nigga, Mr. know where to be contacted 

Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'm actin 

When I'm packin I got my practice 

In, I'm off that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for) 

I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty 

Reverend like James, straight up strange 

Shootin range, twenty four feet 

Leave you off the earth with this heat 

Leave you in the street, human meat 

Believe me, I still be workin this like a thug(Like a thug) 

Put you in the back of the Coupe DeVille 

Take you to the alley, shoot to kill 

Fuck that I gotta buck back(Nigga) 

Fuck that(Nigga) 

I ain't goin out like no zombie 

Nigga smokin all that bomb weed 

You possess and yes, I'm strapped like tombstone 

Ready to pull out the Rafe, man, clackin wit Killa Tay 

Lunasicc, Marvaless 



[Chorus]

Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, 

chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready 

Like Jason and CamCrystals with a pistol, 

chainsaw and merchetti, we serious about that fetti 



[Marvaless] 

Paper chase, but still credit to large accounts 

Survive by the ounce all in the mix 

Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits 

Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it 

My niggaz is bout it 

For the love of the money and game 

Shakin you niggaz is funny 

It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit 

Cali niggaz find a ??? in, for the scrilla strictly ballin 

I figure a bitch nigga be the first to test 

The first to get blessed 

Not the one to stress I'm too complex 

And my mind-state, no contest 

Hot what I do so it takes a god to do what I must 

Never had no trust 

Cuz niggaz will snitch 

Go on some other shit real quick 

Scholar, bout that dollar, make you holla, make you feel it 

Drop wit Killa, we the realest 

Cali niggaz runnin the chain up 



[Lunasicc] 

Double C, the gangsta with the glock in the cut 

Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust 

Creepin with the mask, blast on any nigga that move 

Put my bitch in the back seat, cuz my AP need room 

I got a real crew of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad 

Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get robbed 

I wear Khaki Pants, Levi Jeans, and Hilfiger's 

Puttin em on they back like they drunk off liquor 

So throw them rags up 

If niggaz trippin, we catch em slippin, hold them 9's up 

Blast on they ass, flash on they ass 

Light my weed up, I like to get away high 

On the cut postin like Pac 

Niggaz scream til I die, I'm no lie 



[Chorus x2]