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(feat. Bun B)[talking]I'm fin to give you half a brickOf Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other halfGon be the legend himself Bun BNigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it[Hook]I'ma slang my caine, swang my swangPop my trunk, bang my bangGrip my grain, recline my leatherH-Town hoe, they can't do it no better[Kyleon]I'm a Mack like Goldie, game like KobeI'm real and you shady, like Eminem and ObieThe game's hottest thang, since a iced out RolleyI'm Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can't hold meSomebody please show me, a nigga mo' liverYou H2O flow, Killa flow like lavaAin't nothing but riders, in my click bitchAnd just like Rick James, I'm rich bitchMy flow like bronchitis, I'm sick bitchSo when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shitI'm a G but, Killa ain't that boy from the CloverLike P, you don't wanna go to war with a soldierI'ma aim thangs, that'll put your brains on your shoulderThen send you up to heaven, to go hang with JehovahNow the game over, go find a reverendCau
se niggaz coming up dead, like 9/11Now your mama in the church house, crying and yellingHe fucked with the wrong niggaz, we was trying to tell himWhoa, niggaz know that Killa Kyleon harderI upset these niggaz, like Antonio TarvaI cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barberI'm a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolverFin to run the game, like Nino did to CarterHouston's unorganized, I'm finna put it back in order[talking]Yeah, now that's what I'm talking boutThat's that boy Killa Kyleon, right thereRepping for Boyz-N-Blue, H-Town stay downI'm fin to do this shit right hereUGK style my nigga[Bun B]I got's the eye of the tiger, and the call of the wildWhen guerillas back down, niggaz fall in the fireSo put out your black and mild, you fucking with G'sThat don't do shit but stack and smile, pistol packing powUp in the truck and ride down, on your whole hoodThe cut throat's on the creep, up to no goodYou got somebody you can call, then you sho' shouldCause I'ma come through and burn your
ass, like slow woodWork on the highway, doja on the planePills through the UPS, I'm thoed in the gameGot the drank from the drugsto', and hoes on the cornerIt's money on the street, and I'ma get it like I wannaAnytime you need to see me, it ain't hard to find meFingers on the side of me, Boyz-N-Blue's behind meFuck niggaz in front of me, we shutting 'em downTreat 'em like a Jay-Z shirt, and button 'em down[Hook x2]