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[talking:] Whoa uh Killa, C-Mo yeah nigga (nigga) This what we finna make you do mayn Listen up one-one, two-two Three-three nigga, breath easy One-one, two-two, three-three nigga [Kyleon:] Kyleon flow cold, like when you see snow You black cats on the track, Kyleon is C4 You might see a lil' do', Kyleon see mo' And ain't none of y'all better, than Kyleon and C-Mo If it wasn't for this rap, I'd still run D Who the hottest on these streets, ask my nigga Bun B A hundred percent hit spitter, that's how they rate Kyle Never battled at Rehab, never battled at 8 Mile They hate Kyle cause he sick, like polio I'm 24 and in my prime, like Kobe hoe I'm MJ on these beats, you can't hold me hoe I'm thoed, cause Cory Mo told me so You might see me with Slim Thug, you might see me with Po-Yo You might see me with Dre Day, you might see me with yo hoe You might see me at 4-4, in Garden City Or off of 'Stead spending do', at Bargain City Killa finna be a superstar, as large as Diddy In a house in a car, as large as Diddy SongtexteTalk shit, Kyleon'll stain your 'fit And really turn you niggaz, to the Color Changin' Click I'm a pimp, I come around and bang your chick Day 1 Fam, my gang is thick And I got mob ties, like Frank Sinatra I'm the shooter, you don't have to think I shot ya Aus Songtexte Mania