Yeah, yeah, we gon' high to this   (The world's crazy, son yeah, I know)   We gon' high to this   (Just something about her)      My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa   (You know, her bag was always heavy)   We gon' high to this   (Every time I been around it)   (And diners and restaurants, I don't know)   Yeah, yo      Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell   Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel   Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'   The way she smile, her face look pretty, though      Hands is soft, feet, no calluses   Her father owned six pallets in palaces   Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas   Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest      So I, pause the small talk, made her a drink   Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked   Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom   Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room      This chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs   Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered   "You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get fooled   By the sexiness, I'm a real gritty bitch      Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits   A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list   She killing the game, 'cuz she the business   Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness      Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me   Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady   Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby   Killa lipstick, k-k-killa      Aiyo, this white chick from L.A., she smell Downy   Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County   Double coke heads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy   Listen to Prince and play with they womb      Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get money girls   Traveled the world, only one did jail time   Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the OJ case   When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four AM   The bars closed, now we at it again      Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it   Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet   Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking   Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing   These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade   Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze, goddamn      Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits   A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list   She killing the game, 'cuz she the business   Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness      Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me   Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady   Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby   Killa lipstick, k-k-killa      Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it   This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it   Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex   This is thug sex, ikeing it, nasty talk      As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets   She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites   Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami   ?You like it raw?? A tear drop, fucking you slow      I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet   If I switch beats and hit you from angles, you might breathe   You know the girl body make healthy wise seeds   You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need      You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars   To expensive, barely one forty two   They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach   Rain left the [Incomprehensible], for when I touch   Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch      Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits   A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list   She killing the game, 'cuz she the business   Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness      Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me   Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady   Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby   Killa lipstick, k-k-killa