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[talking]Run it, Houston TexasYou now rocking, with the Killa KyleonHit spitter nigga, hey[Hook]We Boss Hogging, up in hereThat's what we do, we Boss HoggingWe Boss Hogging, up in hereThat's what we do, we Boss HoggingWe Boss Hogg in this motherfuckerWe Boss Hogg in this motherfucker (what you say)We Boss Hogg, in this motherfuckerWe Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker[Kyleon]I got money, but Killa don't spoil herAnd after I cut her mayn, Killa don't call herNow that's the true, definition of a ballerKnock a chick down, and don't give a chick a quarterI'm a candy blue, 22 inch crawler7-45, I retired my ImpalaI'm a hustler, all about a dollaAnd if it ain't about money, I ain't gon hollaPlus I'm a pimp, I'ma pop my collaPo' up the white cup, then take a swallaThe best rappers, will respect that niggaAnd if the beat jamming, I'ma wreck that niggaI'm the greatest, get it through your melon niggaI'm the best yet, I been telling niggazA hot boy, I've been selling niggaCause this man's on
fire, I'm Denzel'ing niggaz[Hook][Kyleon]I'm not a reverend, but I preach to these niggazI'm one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these niggazI comfortably speak heat, to these niggazAll you other cats whack, I been peeping these niggazNot a DJ, but K slay niggazKilla with the flow, I DK niggazThe best rapper, since that BK nigga2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway niggaMy name's Killa, I'll lyrically murder yaYou're not a rapper, if I ain't heard of yaYou not getting good dope, if I ain't serving yaYou're not getting whipped G, what are you nervous forI spit facts, on the track boyI'm even known in St. Louis, and I ain't a track boyAsk around, I'm the hottest nigga rappingWith just another gat, that's on the track yapping