[HOOK] This is for them killas/ This is for my killas [x4] (This is for them niggas on that gang shit) [x2]/ Make a little money and them niggas go away from the fake shit/ When you out here killin' mothafucka's they always wanna hang, shit/
[VERSE 1] Uh, it's a very simple narrative/ They're comparin' me to Marylin/ I'm not American, speak Arabic/ Yeah, I went from therapist to terrorist/ You embarrassin' like, "Hey Mom, Levi's got a pair of them new J's on"/ Lost too many hood niggas to this gang, Mom/ So I got my hoodie on, call me TRAYVON/ What you know about FN's, 8-A's, blacklist rap shit, caskets, and napalms? (nothin')/ All you do is rap shit, nap quick, fat chicks, and act big and hood all day long (yup)/ Got a clip in the four, 'bout to kick in your door cause I'm fixin' to war (bang bang)/ If you ain't ever been to the ward or a prison before, tryna win an award/ I heard a couple niggas speakin' on my name, boy/ You lil niggas ain't from a real gang, boy/ I give your girl a Wet Willy like I'm Flameboy/ Y'all ain't touchin' me, I'm NESin' you with Gameboy (get it?)/ I be ridin' with them choppas and I/ Hit your block and then I pop a nigga/ Rizzo mocka, Ubaka, nigga/ Twin Glocks, call 'em Troy and Kiana/ And I'm piercin', when I shoot I'm piercin'/ I could give a fuck about whoever hears this/ See no, hear no, eyes and earless/ When it come to yo block, I'm so fearless/ Tell yo dead homie rest in beer piss/ Dear kids be solo on weird shit/ Ain't nobody in my city even comin' near this/ Think otherwise, slit your throat, no Spearmint, nigga/
[HOOK] This is for them killas/ This is for my killas [x4] (This is for them niggas on that gang shit) [x2]/ Make a little money and them niggas go away from the fake shit/ When you out here killin' mothafucka's they always wanna hang, shit/
[VERSE 2] Why the fuck am I so Brainsick?/ Niggas don't wanna be Strange, shit/ Murderin' niggas, not givin' a fuck about all you niggas that say shit/ Got on my neck cause I'm choppin' 'em up and livin' in Momma's basement/ Better believe it the best in my city, my nigga, and I ain't playin'/ My dialect is high as heck, annihilate entire sets/ Cause I'm a vet, so why upset? I think I wanna buy a pet/ Shotty lift a nigga up, like it was P90X/ Full Metal Jacket on, so I don't need to buy a vest/ Blast on you whores, beef on wax? Naw/ A mad nigga's duel is with a MAC and a sword/ All of you wacks, are what you rappers are for/ So it's fuck your city, homie, have the lack to support/ What, you think you hard cause yo hood fuck with you?/ Until a couple killas from my hood come get you/ Y'all hood hoppers ain't loyal to the game, so I'm lookin' at your wife like I would run in you/ Y'all hard? Run that by me, please sissy/ Spittin' in yo chick mouth like, "He's Missy"/ I'm a marksman, better hope that he hits me/ Hollywood, real nigga, shoutout to Shiffy/ Upper echelon, only Mic's gonna leave with me/ We the hardest out here, just agree to please diss me/ Then I treat yo peanut brain like Ken Griffey/ My gun got a blow-out kit, no 360, BANG/
[HOOK] This is for them killas/ This is for my killas [x4] (This is for them niggas on that gang shit) [x2]/ Make a little money and them niggas go away from the fake shit/ When you out here killin' mothafucka's they always wanna hang, shit/Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
