Killa nigga (yeah) ay..
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[Kyleon]
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These nine shots from a 9 Glock, will put you in a pine box
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On your back in paradise, mama trying to find plots
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Fuck with me your time's out, better try to find cops
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I'll have your family over the bed asking, (is he fine doc)
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The flat line's out, they finna come and give you nine shocks
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I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac
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I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped
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I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac
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I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped
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I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac
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I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped
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I look for trouble, like a dope fiend trying to find rocks
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So when the nine's cocked, I'm punching the clock I'm ready to work
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And lift niggaz spirits, like Pastors preaching in church
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They call me the nurse, cause I'm the cat you see when you're hurting
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Front you a few zones, so you can get back working
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Front you a few zones, so you can get back working
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Front you a few zones, so you can get back working
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He's back black, the black cat
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Serving you half-dollar flap jacks, posted up where the crack's at
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I got young niggaz that hustle, put it in they backpack
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With that cheese, purple Gator-aid vanilla extracts
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Got gorillas that tech pack, in a tinted Lex black
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Get green from the dread heads, white from them wetbacks
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I'm at Ace, grinding where the check's at
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I'm short stopping your licks, you better respect that nigga
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Back on the block, I'm like Quincy Jones
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You fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome
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Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome
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Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome
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Leave you inside your brome, with a empty dome
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My bullets make your mind go blank, like a empty phone nigga
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Freestyle (Track 18)
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Boss Hogg Outlawz |