Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
Control the hiest
If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names
You ain't got to go to school to learn about me
We all get schiest
You know my life
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Told you I got us this time around niggas
Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty
Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver
But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes
Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
Said me, it's the man, can't be
Drink, smoke, roll some dice
You the type talk about everything you got now
Ma, keep all your rice
And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping
All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery
Come through, stick your suppliers
Yoke that's nice, that's me
You all about nothing, you biatch
Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
And I can't act, turned down three movies
The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me
The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me
The one that be running and dodging, you
When I come through, hey, Cam
I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
Saying I'm the best, just not promoted right
The one that's scared of some yay yo
Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth
I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family
Bloodshed niggas
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece
Harlem, I got us nigga
The one with the chips and the chips, that's me
Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva
This is for my niggas that load the pipe
Feeling me some, huh
Know I'm a patrol your schiest
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
You know the one with the whips, that's me
Killa bitch
Killa bitch
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like poltergiest
I like all my ice
The one that's scared of a scuffle, you
But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight
My rude ass, carry three weapons
Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch
And a matching land, Desert Calasandi
Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me
Like it's all good down at the hit factory
I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake
Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's
Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me
Got her damn handy
Killa bitch
Dick riders
I could show you some ice
I see y'all concerned about me
Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib
My rings like a dog, all rock wild
Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work, what?
It's fuck us, so fuck y'all
Wedding ring, hell no
Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter
Your crew, switch siders
The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H
Who else in a hurry to mirk
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price
You not that good dog, who told you you're nice
How you going to ever ask, stop carrying candy
Killa biatch
Get at me, nigga, that's me
I interrupt you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer
Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
Killa bitch
I'm on y'all
Your right hand man, Randy, understand me
The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven
Throw you a bite
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
When I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"
The one that be sucking mad dick, you
My crew split, it was my mistake
We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts
And I don't got beef, I don't play those games
