Killa   'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'   Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over   He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"   I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya   Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture   Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip niggaz   The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big liver   Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga   Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga   He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers   I don't care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa   We celebrities with guns, shooting stars   Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars   Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards   Kid roll, Peter Rowe like Kennedy   Friends with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies   Some bitched, some snitched, some owed us dough   Piss on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so"   Check my portfolio, I was poor then rose to dough   KNow what I'm about in a drought I score, overflow   I'm the waterboy, wet work for water call   The price is nice, TLC, some waterfalls   Fiends snort it all, this fact I report to y'all   Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you oughta ball   And where the ballas live and all my friends all to win   This the second time around, that shit you call again   Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' baby grind   Me I'm 86, highest temp, P-89s   Everyday we shine, fine, don't pay me mind   My watches are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times   Mines are more than brothers   We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter   Garage, assorted colors   Yeah Crayola box, for that, payola doc   I'll lay you over a stroller with the strangest odor ock   Is it over not, huh, we immune to you   We shoot the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral      Ay yo hold the fuck up   I said we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu--   You dead already we gon' dead the fu--   Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, fuck it      And you heard Rell, I do worst than foul   They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials   We deserve to style, walk on Persian tile   On the island with millions, Durst to Al   I get cake in layers, not the Daily News   But when I flip, I make the papers, hate the mayor   I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go date a player   Man these dudes are fish market, straight fillet ya   Went to war with Kromo, then Pataki   Then Guilliani, then I went to North Cackalacky   What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella proper   No Petey Pablo when I saw them helicopters   That's the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird   Her word said I gave the whole ghetto birds   Man your case go find it, need a new assignment   That ain't giving out, first of all that's call for silent   Contest to play   You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, real shit on your resume   I get you extra yay, not tomorrow, yesterday   If they ask, never say, snitch and we never play, ay