LA, Ca. 2 KC, Mo.

Lyrics

[Intro: Mykill Miers] Yes yes It's your boy Mykill Miers, man Shout out to the big homie Big Scoob [?] in the building [?], know what I mean? Strange Music A to the B Mic killer Yo [Verse 1: Mykill Miers] I keep it dirty for motherfuckers, you know the name I keep it hot in the streets, homie, I'm spitting flames I travel around the country, man, and I'm getting change Any nigga crossing my path, then he getting slain I'm butter, man, in the gutter lane I'm tryna lay off the killer raps, but I don't wanna change When I'm in K.C., you know I roll with Strange See I'm a one man gang, homie, 'cause I'm the brains You ain't seen me in a while, but I'm still the same I'm from the wild west, outlaw like Jesse James I pulled out the thang, to blow out your brain It's a closed caskit, nigga, and that's a shame A lot of cats in the game, tryna maintain They damn near losing they minds, tryna stay sane This hip-hop shit, it's like the dope game And when you get caught up, man, it's a cold shame But Yo [Chorus: Mykill Miers] Yo, I be getting mine, you be getting your's Weather you hustling rhymes, or you be hustling dope You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo Niggas be talking bread, but they not making any We be talking dollars, and they be [?] pennys You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo [Verse 2: Big Scoob] It's the show me big homie, hear to spit it how I live This the only thing I know, so this the only thing I give I'm a trap star, who dumps hard And goes hard, on these bars Deep scars, from street wars So inside, I'm reborn A big boy I don't really play them petty games So rejoice I'm off the streets, I signed a deal with Strange A decoy, still, I be tryna feed my hunger pains A D-boy, that's all I know, I'm gifted in this game So I'm destined for some bars, either rhythm or prison Rather rhythm, but in prison, nigga hand me my sentence If there's a god, then I go to him and ask for repentence For you minions, I ain't asking, pussy, keep your opinion Block god, and I'm standing on these words that I speak So watch the words that you speak, or I'ma show you my reach Stretch Armstrong from the middle, here for my viddles Tryna take the gutter mainstream, and get my residuals Yeah [Chorus: Mykill Miers] Yo, I be getting mine, you be getting your's Weather you hustling rhymes, or you be hustling dope You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo Niggas be talking bread, but they not making any We be talking dollars, and they be [?] pennys You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo [Verse 3: Mykill Miers] It's Cali in the building, oh, nigga, yes indeed And if you talking too slick, dawg, then we make you bleed Man, you know what's crackin, nigga, you know what's happening If the car rolling through slow, they probably blasting Niggas is trained assassans, and they ready for action If they only reacting, nigga, Cali [?] It's the home of the Dodgers, and the home of the Lakers It's the home of the drive byes, and the home of the gangstas I got evil intentions, that'll leave you in ditches When them bullets rip your flesh, dawg, you non existent That's how I gets [?] my lyrics be lintching them Me and my henchmen, we be killing with [?] It's Mike Miers, homie, who the fuck did you think this is? I killed all you bastards, then leaving no wittnesses This hip-hop shit like the dope game And when you get caught up, man, it's a cold shame But yo [Chorus: Mykill Miers] Yo, I be getting mine, you be getting your's Weather you hustling rhymes, or you be hustling dope You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo Niggas be talking bread, but they not making any We be talking dollars, and they be [?] pennys You better keep your focus, whatever you hustling for I be from L.A., Cali, you be from K.C. Mo