Killa (Killa)    Dipset man    Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man    But ain't no place like Harlem man    (Let) me break it down man       [Verse 1]    We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight    Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China    I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor    Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya    My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya    Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer    Time to climb her, climb behind vagina    Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her    Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm    Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong    Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along    Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong    First visit warn, day job tick a tron    Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don    Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm    They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb    Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn    The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom    You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm    And they father come from a long lista dons    And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers    And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia    But I give you an earful, it's tearful    Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful       [Chorus]    Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?    Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight    My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year    Cop a boat, Hop a layer    Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs    You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair    Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me    I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls    When a nigga under the world       [Verse 2]    Everybody like Cam got the recipe now    Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child    Specially equities, wreckin we smile    In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile    The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles    Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales    Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail    Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog    I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals    And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit    You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy    Go to the gun show, get gun happy    Stuck, killed, mugged, milt    Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk    Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells    We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga    Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains    See dog? Rap is my aim    But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game    A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains    It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range    Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see    Playboy, I don't own that man    In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit    And when I rap it ain't no punchlines    I be on the highway dirty, crunch time    N o timeouts homeboy, just one time    If they find that stashbox, just one time:    Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk    Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck    They want that button, Lunge it and push it    Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes    That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine    Take my chances, one on one with the k9    Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips    Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips       [Chorus]