going on and drop these bombs on you Tell me, what's going on and drop these bombs on you I'm gonna tell you why I'm dropping bombs Because I'm sick
it be, Little me, you was heckling me. Now it's monotony when I regularly I catch wreck on recreation, So, I exceed on your expectations. Bitches ain't got it 'em , I kill
But could it be little me, you was heckling me Now it's monotony when I regularly I catch wreck on recreation So I exceed all your expectations Because I got it in 'em, I kill
you go niggaz hate ya And I ain't trippin', I'ma catch one of them marks on the back street With the black heat, slugs run up like a track meet I'm an anybody killa
and bringin the ruckus Like Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah Bitch niggaz goin out all day We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom It's on, long
through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't
that you rappers should know You are the bombs an' I will defuse you I am the lawyer an' I'm goin' to accuse you Of the ultimate rhyme crime an' you
hell Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin
gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your
car pulled Cause when you to the county better made that you too Im in my zone so you better call me classy Im like 30 bomb dome without the hydralics
, you can meet my pain Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know I ain't a killer but I still might clap at you though You for real here, niggas
this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got
to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim Mash on you for your Turkish chain
the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I bomb like jetfighters I VILLY ON ME
flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I bomb like jetfighters I VILLY ON
energy, as soon as they see you shining, and going some place or doing something. The demon faces come out and they just hate on you for no reason at
the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (Anybody Killa) Listen
caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead We 50-deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say it's on So come bring it on
