Killa Hill Niggas

Lyrics

[Intro: Capitán Pingaloca] "Esto no me gusta. Aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda Aquí yo soy, yo soy Capitán Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aquí Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolución compadre!" [Verse 1: B-Real] In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest? MC's in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get thrown sent home in dead position In the casket, best wishes At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes Full out search for the body Of the MCs who be comin to disrupt the party No wins, no ends, no way That I'm ever gonna let you come back again! [Verse 2: RZA] Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered Sabas get blasted for words he packaged Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense Power-U niggas talkin fast like Puerto Ricans What you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as Indians Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports What you thought? [Chorus: B-Real] Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again [Interlude: Capitán Pingaloca] "Y ya está dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a murir Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricón Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. ¡Oye, hijo de puta! ¡Quiero quemarte la cara!" [Verse 3: U-God] Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant' Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure Coming out the domepiece, smell my aroma Warrior nomad put you in a coma Comma, llama, smash-crashin your armor Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber Here is where I dwell at the gates of Hell It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals And if not yo, credentials are essential I see reality, few things surrounding me Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon Five part criminal, two part felon [Chorus: B-Real] - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back.. ease back.. Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger.. [Outro: Capitán Pingaloca] "Esto es muy antiguo. Esta dicho! Aquí, la revolución! No se va a ver por televisión Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo Va a ser aquí en nuestro país. Y todos los 'singao masones' Que están chingando el mundo. También, van a ver la muerte De ellos mismos, en las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo Todos son unos mismos cabrones..."