Lyrics

[Intro] Killa... You know I can talk about what I wanna talk about Them statute of limitations is up for them drugs Far as them murders, I never knew nuttin' anyway, haha I was sleep, haha yo [Verse 1] Yo, '97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount Chick in my crib, her ribs I'm 'bout to dig it out Then Ma\$e called, said "Yo, I'm stuck inside some bitch's house" Her boyfriend at the door, could I hurry up and get him out Aight, what's the address? Homie said "Kingsbridge" That was great I had some niggas right on Bainbridge Yeah, we play but believe it ain't no game kid Hopped off the elevator, aimed it at that lame lid I ain't give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho Got this nigga home and he passed me a hundo (\$100 dollars?!) Told him straight up I ain't feeling him Let me curve this nigga 'fore I end up killing him I would make 80k on a lazy day Then I watched him play Pop Lotti against Baby Maine At this time I'm moving heroin in Maryland They both died and this nigga turned reverand! Had the hood hot, FBI agents 'round We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul Fuck it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres On the highway nigga moving that Eukanuba [Chorus] When them drum fly, when them drum fly Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker, that's Killa From your tour dates, from your tour dates To your court case, dressed in the North Face Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa Motherfucker that's Killa, motherfucker that's Killa [Verse 2] Yeah, I smoke pounds you clown, homie, you heard the bluff All your murder stuff, man I heard enough NFL murderers, you heard of us This when Herb McGruff used to serve the dust Task force, homicide, DT's and other NARCs My jewelry, well that's frozen like my mother's heart Bless her heart lord, me I'm some other shark But the way I get money that's another art Where should a brother start? How I used to pump in parks Or how I parked niggas on the side of the barber shop? Give me some Skittles, beast mode, I'm hard to stop My life's cement, not wood, so it's hard to knock Niggas get knocked off get knocked, the bill paid From that 212, two-twelving with that 12 gauge God's child, you owe me money? See hell's raised You got two weeks and my two weeks is twelve days [Chorus] When them drum fly, when them drum fly Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker, that's Killa From your tour dates, from your tour dates To your court case, dressed in the North Face Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker, that's Killa