[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 sacksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
