Letra de Killa

[Produced by J Canan Beats and Cartier Jones]

[Intro]
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Dynamite with a
Dynamite with a
Dynamite with a

[Verso 1]
All white like I'm Mensa, I got Teezy in my Swisher (Teezy)
I dropped 2 Cups in August, swear the mixtape too official
Got two of everything: two watches, two chains, and two pistols
Not just two pistols, two clips to extendos longer than pencils
Fuck you mean?
I go hard for my team
Boy, fuck you thought?
Nigga, I rock designer, shorty, this shit cost, I don't know what the fuck you bought
So you not from over there, but you over there?
You getting whacked, give a fuck if you the law
I done turned into a savage, this the shit I got taught
All I hang with is killers, I ain't never got caught
My squad go crazy!
I'm with Shotty Go Crazy
And on the B.O.S., Folks crazy, he be totin' the .380
I dare a nigga try to play me, I'ma lay his ass down like he lazy
Bitch, I ain't for none
They put a nigga on parole, see I couldn't walk around with no guns
Boy, you can ask bro 'nem
They'll tell you 'bout Foe 'nem, and how them niggas see me and they run
'Cause they know I got it on me
And I can merch on my homie, I'm used to ridin' 'round by my lonely
But Sheen just called, say he wanna ride with me
So I put him in the back, let him tote that Macaroni
And that bitch go... brr-latt!
Semi-automatic, it took off a nigga back
I wish a nigga would try to run up on Pap
Hell yeah I can fight, but I'd rather up a strap
I'd rather up a pole on a nigga
Gotta keep a pole on me, nigga, I'm too known for a nigga
How you get caught for a pole, lil' nigga, and you home already?
Lord knows you done told on a nigga
You can catch me on the Pole, where it's cold, you can froze, lil' nigga
Need a sweater or a coat, lil' nigga
No sense of humor, but if you walk around broke, lil' nigga
I'll laugh at your lil' nigga, with your funny ass

[Puente]
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

[Interlude]
Fake ass True's with your bummy ass
I done came a long way from sellin' dummy bags
Now I'm gettin' money!
Smokin' on dope, for real

[Verso 2]
I got money, I got bitches, etcetera
Bitch, I was gettin' caught with this and go felon
No seeds in this here, I'm smokin' on medical
Flats keep me up like I'm rollin' off Adderall
I be bussin', my squad ain't for nothin'
Let my Nina talk and she don't like discussion
A couple face shots, couple shots to his stomach
His brains oozing out, that shit look like some vomit
Argh! Somebody get his ass up!
Argh! Ambulance picked his ass up
He's dead on arrival, there's no point in trying
The doctor or stitch his ass up or it's over with
PBG who I'm rollin' with, but you already know that shit
They pay homage like they owe that shit
I see you got a gun
You not on shit 'till you blow that bitch
If I was a scared man, I'd be dead, man
Smokin' Headband, tryna get higher than Redman
Pack so loud, I ain't hear what you said, man
You will never see me down or talking to Feds, man
Fuck what a nigga heard!
PBG be the word
I'm just tryna get a check like the third
Ridin' 'round with my bitch smokin' herb
Got two twin .40's, that's the only thing his ass heard
Hell nah, I ain't scared, I'ma let this bitch blow
Boy, I gave your bitch back, shorty, let that shit go
Yeah, I let her suck my dick, but I let that bitch know:
"Hell yeah I got a bitch, so I let my bitch know"
'Cause it's level to this shit: rules, regulations
Give me dumb brain, like she never had no education
You ain't tryna kill nothin', boy I see you hesitating
Shootin' with your eyes closed
Fuck you doing? Meditating?
Boy, if you scared, go to church, read revelation!
Quick to blow, thank the Lord I got better patience
Niggas know, boy, I be higher than elevation
Bro 'nem turn the day you got smoked into a celebration, heh

[Conclusi�n]
Hold on
"Man, I be goin' crazy!"
Who the killer, nigga?
Who the killer, nigga?
You ain't no killer, nigga!