Killa-J-Diggs/Yukmouth

Killa - J-Diggs (feat. Trae, Dougie D, Cl'Che) (Big Mello:) Uh, we in your life motherf**ker Y'all done f**ked around, with the wrong motherf**kers Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone F**k with us bad news, and beat your b**ch a** home Bar none fade all, and we deep as the ocean You be floating down the brazzer, duct taped eyes open F**king with KMJ, straight Mafioso Ni**a we bust, for J and Geno Ain't tripping this time, all you hoes gon mind Cross that line, ni**a everybody dying I go down, b**ch a** ni**a now move around Can't swang on us, better not show some round Shut you down, flip you motherf**kers like a pound We the realest motherf**kers, down here in H-Town Put this nine on your mind, everytime they out of line Blow be the sound, when you f**k with one of mine (Cl'Che:) Let me come through Big Mello, since we crunk in this b**ch Yeah mo'f**kers it's Cl'Che, if you hearing this sh*t So grab your cups throw em up, if you know some'ing about this A Southside thang baby, we show love to the click Ni**a we the realest, down fa sho the illest About the money baby, give a f**k about your feelings Remember I'm that Classifyd Lady, huh she bout to drop again Watch out she's gon flash, and thoed and crazy It's on again, KMJ making niggaz back fin You gonna have to come, two hundred plus ten Yeah we on it, and we out to win Cause in the pocket sixteen bars behind it, from the Penn (Hook: x2) Ni**a what we the realest, ni**a we the illest Huh you don't wanna f**k, with these KMJ killers Now it's on, what you motherf**kers wanna do Ni**a f**k you, cross us we buck you (Trae:) Better bring it on, we ready for war And if they start then we gon bomb, like in Vietnam Quiet as calm like Sadaam, we setting it off And it ain't no game, when we come we playing it raw Don't nobody wanna mess around with KMJ, when my SK finna spray By the time you wanna mess with Trae, my enterouge on the way Big Mello, Z-Ro and 'Che, Dougo Geno and Double J We killers up out the gates, that'll wet up your hallway We ain't got nothing to lose, in the game we was paying dues But niggaz wanna disrespect, so now they singing the blues KMJ is my team, on the grind for the love of green We'll put you b**ches on lean, with a hot twelve in your spleen Or hat it's like that, with a verbal assault on tracks While niggaz smoking the strack, ready to push your wig back And back it's gon go, till one of y'all hit the flo' From beating my calico, you don't want no mo' (Dougie D:) D-O-U-G-I-E, to the motherf**king D Representer up in this b**ch, KMJ the click b**ch we be Be me 4-4 one cock, ni**a f**king around you hoes get shot Infra beams end up up on your knot, mash the gas cause Diggie just won't stop B**ch look we some grown a** men, with a click of killers we'll part your playing F**king niggaz is up is the game plan, pulling out the A the K and start spraying B**ch look can't f**k with a team, that's straight from the streets and all about cream Garunteed to make motherf**kers bleed, by any means we going hard for the green Uh-huh said that represent that feel that, like the grow wind beat that rip rap Snap a ledge just to kill all the chit-chat, flipping rounds ain't no way around that Cross the line and you ain't gon come back, if I said that lil' b**ch I meant that And I think just to knock your hair back, and for the click I get down with that (Hook x2)