(Killa Kyleon)It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' wit the kingwe bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue creamI place the order out in cali. for the p.t.we get money while you niggas still asleep, and ait's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.sblock to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin back 21it's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by onesee my hands is fast, my cook game rawI don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jarand I whip it to the left, whip it to the rightmove it all around till they cook it air tightlet it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scalewrap it up in plastic, straight to the mailIt's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike Dbleeds the block cuz I am the streets(Chorus: Z-Ro)2xHere we goKyleon and the King of the Ghettonigga we ain't got no love for you hoesall we tryna do is keep collecting doughgo get it, and come back get that white as snowcandied doors, yeah they open up and closerun up on us bitch you won't run up no morecuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo(Z-Ro)I know y'all rappers can't standthe fact that I'm back fresh outta jailalso focused on nothin but makin my mailain't got no time to waste, cuz the rap game is damn near deadKyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bedevery song they play on the radio is bullshit homiethem niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homiematter fact you might even overdosecuz I've been known to cause blood clotsI should been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was notI've always kept it real, even when everbody around me was fakethey don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressureit's death before dishonor niggaso that means before a rat, like mickey mouseI'll be another job for the grave diggerI ain't going back behind the fences with the razorsif I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paperso the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be ininstead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, thats what I live in....(Chorus: Z-Ro)2xHere we go,Kyleon and the King of the Ghettonigga we ain't got no love for you hoesall we tryna do is keep collecting doughgo get it, and come back get that white as snowcandied doors, yeah they open up and closerun up on us bitch you won't run up no morecuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo(Z-Ro)Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my sideScrewed Up Click until it's over on the SouthsideI keep my mind on my money, and money on my mindI ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grindHaters wanna see me fallin off of my gameThey hatin' cuz when they see me I'm havin thangsDig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap...(Killa Kyleon)See I'm somethin like a playa, somethin like a pimpGangsta strut on when when I limp like thisIs re-turn of rapper slash the hood fellaLookin for a rap to get my groove back like StellaStill got a sack of that A-1 good yellawith a baby glock, ready to rock up out fellashit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang changeyeah,(you know me) nigga I'm still the drank man...(Chorus: Z-Ro)2xHere we goKyleon and the King of the Ghettonigga we ain't got no love for you hoesall we tryna do is keep collecting doughgo get it, and come back get that white as snowcandied doors, yeah they open up and closerun up on us bitch you won't run up no morecuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo