[Killa Tay]
Take it, how you want it, tre deep gettin blunted, in a circle
Purple haze, got me in a daze, evil ways
We blaze back to back, puttin` it down L.A. to Sac
Cali `til I die bitch, all about my scrilla scratch
Fuck a hoe fa` sho`, unless she tryin to do some dirt
I got to patch it down, wit` a triple deuce
Another strap up under the shirt, see
She might fuck one of the homies
But I cant sweat that, pussy got more miles than Southwest Airlines
Walkin` like a penguin, but she bringin home
Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain
But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game
Same, shit different day
Hit the liquor store, spend it, it wasnt my intention, but end up swervin`
Cause I`m pervin`, servin`, corners, on the way to pick this broad up
Po-po see mobbin, a nigga done fucked around and got caught up
But aint tryin` to see no jail cell
Still aint got no L`s, but fool I got my strap
And a zip of hydro weed, I`m kied down for the high speed
in a V8, automatic shakin` the P`s
Like Dukes of Hazard, murder gettin` colder, moves up tonight
Im lettin` `em have it, murder
aint nothin` but a thang to me, we just some thugs
On the grind, livin` dangerously
I cut my perm off, switched up my name again
Nuts danglin, cant trust this game I`m in, the shit is faulty
So a nigga be on the down low, off indo
Same shit different day, young killa tay
Gettin` that cash flow, we riders
[chorus: Mississippi]
I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me
I cant sleep at night, things just aint right, I see faces, lookin down on me
[Killa Tay]
See I scheme and plot, on my dreams in life
sometimes I wake up to gun shots
Aimed at me, I never claimed to be, to great to touch
I`m livin` dangerously, and aint nobody to trust
I`m doin way too much, but I dont give a fuck
we can keep it real, and get `em up, or we can buck
No love lost, you know I never been a punk
Better hide your newborn, if your family got funk
It`s on, watch your front, watch your back
cause I be creepin from the blindside
Peelin caps, got `em sleepin with they lights on
thus runnin through your house
Like a cyclone, duck and cover
but I pop `em like a rubber in the process low profile
No smiles, wild, wild west, we shoot `em up, on every track, murder mind
every time, Make `em take it back, hit rewind
til its broke, we smoke rope I got the plug
Now my folks got the most dope, around March of 97`s when the drop hits
But all my niggas still flippin` new outfits, im tryin` to get a grip
Ballin` like a 1st round draft pick, fuck what you heard about, nigga
This is cash click, bitch!, down and dirty `til I get rich
I, wet `em up like liquids when I spit this lyrical sickness
(my evil ways)
[chorus]
[Killa Tay]
Mr. Mafioso, thats what they call me,
style hella saucy, back the fuck up off me
They die if they cross me, death is what they ask fo`,
fuck wit my cash flow
Blast your ass, and bend the block,
be prepared when it cock, `cause I never miss
I`m the type of nigga, make a white man prejudice, keep it underground
Never switchin` up on you, bring your strap
and some scratch if you come to California
`Cause money talks, bullshit walks, and hoes gaffle, west coast mafia
Ballin wit no askin, busters in my mix,
actin hard, nigga give me that, get the game twisted,
I`ma smoke `em like a 50 sack, never shed a tear
Even when my close folks died,
but aint no tellin when its time for a homicide
Retaliation is a must where I come from,
me and my nigga Sip be lettin` `em have it
So if you want some, come get some
[chorus]
