going on and drop these bombs on you Tell me, what's going on and drop these bombs on you I'm gonna tell you why I'm dropping bombs Because I'm sick
get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can
it Mo murda, mo murda redrum Catch you niggas slippin' and I hit you with this lead son Split your fuckin' wig and leave you drippin', make you bled some
wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your
Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews
I bet that you can wine slow take it down low shawtay I bet that you can wine fast you got all that ass on you [Verse 1: Flo Rida] Hey, money on deck
no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead We 50-deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say it's on So come bring it on We getting crunk
up! Thoughts in my head Of people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you Done it before, do it again Thougths
I expose how scary you niggaz is And when you want the bis My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers Let the ... [
get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome
to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
get your car pulled Cause when you to the county better made that you too Im in my zone so you better call me classy Im like 30 bomb dome without the
ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you
me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that
off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away I'm on the spree killa for freak without a conscious bitches we on a mission to bomb shit! Twiztid, ICP
no heads monoxide foolin' wit tha dead! [jamie madrox] We rollin' deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on You say its on? so come bring it on
the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix
', snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening (Hook) (J-Sweet) A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you bombo Before
