[talking] Get or get (yeah) uh [x3] Killa Kyleon nigga, check it out
[Kyleon] I'm fin to put this, 22 to your brain And leave a stain on your grain, when I aim and rain Killa came claim fame, and he changed the game And now won't be no more weak rapping, nigga thangs done changed Killa Kyelon's the answer to your prayers, if you sick of the same I look like him, how dare you compare me and say I'm the same When I'm climbing the ladder, they be stuck in the same Lil' spot on that block, trying to pedal they cane You can't see me, you can't see me Killa out of your range Except this Rolls Gold badge yeah, that hang on my chain I entertain niggaz that slang, and dime piece dames From the streets of Sugar Lane, back to Crane and mayn I spit flames for your bang, when you switching the lanes In the candy coated thangs, on 4's and swangs Now you can't mention H-Town, unless you mention my name Killa Kyle, Boss Hogg Outlawz the gang
[Hook] That's fa sheezie, be easy (Now you can't mention H-Town, unless you mention my name) That's fa sheezie, be easy (Now you can't mention H-Town, unless you mention my name) That's fa sheezie, be easy (Now you can't mention H-Town, unless you mention my name) That's fa sheezie, be easy (Boss Hogg Outlawz the gang)
[Sir Daily] It's Sir motherfucking Daily, posted up in here You could spot me from afar, by my wrist and my ear My mouth and neck, the North till death Ten G's is my fee, of what it cost to wreck These bosses set, from breaking the mic First class on the plane, eating steak on a flight They hate on my type, and knock the hustle That's why I keep the infa' beam, red dots to bush you Now roll the dro up, and fire it up man And puff-puff pass, till you high as fuck fam Cause Daily do it, how it's 'spose to be These Boyz-N-Blue is on top, you not close to we It's more trees roll V's, that cost a lot So clear the road when we roll, cause them bosses hot We on top to the end, and that's fa sheezie So sit back and watch us ball, lil' nigga be easy
[Hook]
[PJ] PJ, I'm a Boss Hogg stunner Cap pealer dope dealer, motherfucking rap hustler I reach out and touch you, straight up fuck ya Hop out on your block, and let the SK cut ya To my nigga Boogaloo, while you rest in peace I'm about to act bad, show my ass on these streets Yo my pain run deep, you niggaz still asleep I'm a three time felon, still riding with heat That's fa sheezie, be easy Cash money, is the only thing that please me Bopping hoes trying to strut, waiting on a G to holla Pimp bones in my body, bitch I'm all about the dolla Fuck sipping drank, fuck popping pills Let me touch a hundred mill, and I'ma tell you how it feel My mind downloading, like a god damn computer Plus my mouth piece deadly, as a P-90 Ruger PJ nigga, it ain't in a G to stop Boss Hogg Outlawz, see you cowards at the top
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