Jackin 4 Beats
(专辑: See Me On Top - 2005)
Hey what's the
motherfucking deal baby? K-R-I-T in the
motherfucking booth Hitlab studios, Multi Records, 3-0 B, Queen City I'm jacking 4
beats nigga The
killa K
gonna blow off anything you driving Five in the
morning [?] knocking Hey, I'm the
hottest, it's my CD they copping Hey, I
destroy you anywhere, anybody Hey, you niggas talk a
lot I
see it in your nature You ain't feeling me? Ya'll motherfuckers haters But, I
expose the
fake asap, the K
clap Pull up in a
Maybach and leave a
hater face flat With no remorse for him, better call his peoples He couldn't feel it in the
air, he was Beanie Seagel I
showed up breaking bread, taking name, and giving orders Yea, I'm something like Troy, universal soldier I
made it in the
street but, they heard it miles away How he known in Atlanta? He live miles away I'm that 'sippi shawty, no more cotton picking Unless you talking white-tees and throwbacks I'm kicking We pop the
tags and buying bars while our bumpers drag They getting mad and jocking hard cause those niggas fag I'm 'bout my paper, you can keep the
fucking fame dear I'm touching down, I'm about to change the
game here The
killa K
gonna blow off anything you driving Five in the
morning [?] knocking Hey, I'm the
hottest, it's my CD they copping Hey, I
destroy you anywhere, anybody That boy got flow, that boy gone grind That boy gone blow, that boy gone shine That boy got hustle, that boy got fire That boy done struggle, that boy gone ride Okay, when you see me, don't speak unless it's 'bout some cheddar I
ain't in the
closet, but I
got Barrettas I
know gorilla niggas, call 'em jungle fellas They riding on propellers and open up like [?] On them niggas that claim they gutter and own the
spots I'm Mr. Clean, I
street sweep niggas off the
block I
don't fare well with niggas talking down G
The
K's a
Buddhist in this game, I
don't eat beef I
just kill bars and flood hoods with sick beats And make niggas quit rapping and get J-O-Bs Because I'm hot with it and they not with it I
could sign after I
die blow and sell millions I
touch the
hood with the
swagger, saying flow's a
miracle They way I
spit up on the
track, some would say is spiritual I
got the
Glock Four, I
sell it all for profit I
got the
South with me shawty, can't nobody stop it The
killa K
gonna blow off anything you driving Five in the
morning [?] knocking Hey, I'm the
hottest, it's my CD they copping Hey, I
destroy you anywhere, anybody That boy got flow, that boy gone grind That boy gone blow, that boy gone shine That boy got hustle, that boy got fire That boy done struggle, that boy gone ride