lucky in that Chingo I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino I'm supersizing my stones I'm doin like Magno And leaving that Mike in smoke
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
what the Bentley do V12 Im sickly the truth [Game:] And my name aint mike im tha mothafuckin booth POOF Get lost mofucka Still mad that my team
down Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down Got my bread stacked high like Mike in NBA highlights
is very vital Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal Dangerous, mike packing and ill My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill I'll put your
a hit As I floss my shit With the fresh chrome kit Hating because the player's ball Like big mike something serious leaving nigga straight delirious Curiosity killed the cat Gots to get my
Pharaoh The gorilla killa devil in a double barrel Uh, sawed off and hauled off here I come again Peace to all my people in the pen, 'cause Ren Will keep all my
volcanic like fuji, contusions on ya skull, rep Brooklyn like a cugine shitbird, get beheaded like Nick Berg deaded you herb, human flesh turd, blood red on the curb my
get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties Intriguin
Buford Highway's finest; Brooks Buford. My main man, Warner Robbins own Danny Boone. And me, I'm Killa kill from Atlasville, better known as Killa Mike
] You better sit your ass down [Verse 3: LL Cool J] My bread stack high like mike in NBA highlights Man just means jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights Smoke cool L jueal kill
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
them fuckin dames Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
reach the destination Grab the heat without no hesitation These niggaz fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breaking the album Thriller
are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome Cause I
I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino I'm supersizing my stones I'm doin like Magno And leaving that Mike in smoke, G.T. is goin leave