Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo
I want my steak with a funky dame
Honey claim cash like the Money Train
Faces of death eatin monkey brain
Chunky change call it iced out and flawless
For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet
Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra
La costa nostra dude packed a toaster
True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers
Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker
I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers
Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers
Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call
Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all
I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage
Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot
Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits
Oh, look at they karats
[Killa Sha]
Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture
Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives
Try to survive in this frontline with mines
Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men
Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash
Kinda hard to let this good shit pass
So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it
Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it
Many is callin, but few is chosin
And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin
Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body
Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break
A warning to the fakes (true that)
Play the dark and brought to the light
Lift up your dress for spite
Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights
Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight
Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega
Rhyme slayer, do