The Killa

Lyrics

[Intro: Bishop, Raheem, and Q from the 1992 film Juice (Sampled)] Q: You ain't sayin' nothin now right big man? Bishop: Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk Q: Fuck you man! Raheem: Yo chill! Bishop: Yo fuck chill! Check yourself Q, you gotta snap some collars to let them muthafuckas know you here to take them out any time you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self! [Hook: TUT] Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer While another get lit up Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer [x2] [Verse 1: TUT] Uh, I got the women hypnotized like I'm Biggie, Biggie Rollin the grams of the sticky icky Sho' nuff I just rode the block, I rolled up in a coupe where the roof just fold up, the truth just showed up Boys don't understand that you could be the man if you just grow up Comin' around tryna post up Frontin' like they all know us See it's The House, bitch, we mean business We see binges, we want riches, we want all our niggas out of the prisons We want our families to eat like fat bitches, we wanna pull up in black and white benzes and retro white and black 6s Who is this, I don't even know who the author is cause I ain't write this huh Real shit we inspire these niggas and in spite of you niggas I'm still doin' better than a lot of you niggas I still get my shine like a light in you niggas I stand tall so I gotta love the high to you niggas You negroes, many ya'll wanna grow to my knee but I digress let me ease your stress and roll up this weed, RIP [Hook: TUT] Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer While another get lit up Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer [x2] [Verse 2: TUT] Nights so long we all awaitin' the sun's arrival Lookin' for the men who gunned down the idols Big and Pac, we ground foes with rifles And name them bitches that are [?] rappers [Hook: TUT] Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer While another get lit up Rest in peace to the killa Rest in peace to the dealer Rest in peace to the dealer, rest in peace to the- [Outro: TUT] Yeah, Chattown, Chattown, Tennessee What a week All I really want is some muhfuckin' cheese All I really want is [?] by popular demand, demandin' whatever I want with a gun in my hand It's seems as if niggas is losin' they souls, havin' a hard time controlling they hoes Know when to stay when there's traffic at night Young niggas bringin' they guns to the fight Not even drivin' they still ridin' on bikes Wantin' some ice, that shit warp your life Bro you for pieces, I pray for my foes We all got hopes and they all got jokes We look like money and they look like hoes I got so high that I can't-