Trae Tha Truth, Big Mello, Dougie D, Cl’Che - KMJ Killas lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Big Mello, Dougie D, Cl’Che - KMJ Killas lyrics]
Uh, we in your life motherfucker
Y'all done fucked around
With the wrong motherfuckers
Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone
Fuck with us bad news
And beat your bitch ass home
Bar none fade all, and we deep as the ocean
You be floating down the brazzer
Duct taped eyes open
Fucking with KMJ, straight Mafioso
Nigga we bust, for J and Geno
Ain't tripping this time
All you hoes gon mind
Cross that line, nigga everybody dying
I go down, bitch ass nigga now move around
Can't swang on us
Better not show some round shut you down
Flip you motherfuckers like a pound
We the realest motherfuckers
Down here in H Town
Put this nine on your mind
Everytime they out of line
Blow be the sound
When you fuck with one of mine
Let me come through Big Mello
Since we crunk in this bitch
Yeah mo'fuckers it's Cl'Che
If you hearing this shit
So grab your cups throw em up
If you know some'ing about this
A Southside thang baby
We show love to the click
Nigga we the realest, down fa sho the illest
About the money baby
Give a fuck about your feelings
Remember I'm that Classifyd Lady
Huh she bout to drop again
Watch out she's gon flash
And thoed and crazy
It's on again, KMJ making niggas back fin
You gonna have to come, two hundred plus ten
Yeah we on it, and we out to win
Cause in the pocket sixteen bars behind it
From the Penn
Nigga what we the realest
Nigga we the illest
Huh you don't wanna fuck
With these KMJ killers
Now it's on, what you motherfuckers wanna do
Nigga fuck you, cross us we buck you
Better bring it on, we ready for war
And if they start then we gon bomb
Like in Vietnam
Quiet as calm like Sadaam, we setting it off
And it ain't no game
When we come we playing it raw
Don't nobody wanna mess around with KMJ
When my SK finna spray
By the time you wanna mess with Trae
My enterouge on the way
Big Mello, Z-Ro and 'Che
Dougo Geno and Double J
We killers up out the gates
That'll wet up your hallway
We ain't got nothing to lose
In the game we was paying dues
But niggas wanna disrespect
So now they singing the blues
KMJ is my team
On the grind for the love of green
We'll put you bitches on lean
With a hot twelve in your spleen
Or hat it's like that
With a verbal assault on tracks
While niggas smoking the strack
Ready to push your wig back
And back it's gon go
Till one of y'all hit the flo'
From beating my calico
You don't want no mo'
D-O-U-G-IE, to the motherfucking D
Representer up in this bitch
KMJ the click bitch we be
Be me 4-4 one cock
Nigga fucking around you hoes get shot
Infra beams end up up on your knot
Mash the gas cause Diggie just won't stop
Bitch look we some grown ass men
With a click of killers
We'll part your playing
Fucking niggas is up is the game plan
Pulling out the A the K and start spraying
Bitch look can't fuck with a team
That's straight from the streets
And all about cream
Garunteed to make motherfuckers bleed
By any means we going hard for the green
Uh huh said that represent that feel that
Like the grow wind beat that rip rap
Snap a ledge just to kill all the chit-chat
Flipping rounds ain't no way around that
Cross the line and you ain't gon come back
If I said that lil' bitch I meant that
And I think just to knock your hair back
And for the click I get down with that
Y'all done fucked around
With the wrong motherfuckers
Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone
Fuck with us bad news
And beat your bitch ass home
Bar none fade all, and we deep as the ocean
You be floating down the brazzer
Duct taped eyes open
Fucking with KMJ, straight Mafioso
Nigga we bust, for J and Geno
Ain't tripping this time
All you hoes gon mind
Cross that line, nigga everybody dying
I go down, bitch ass nigga now move around
Can't swang on us
Better not show some round shut you down
Flip you motherfuckers like a pound
We the realest motherfuckers
Down here in H Town
Put this nine on your mind
Everytime they out of line
Blow be the sound
When you fuck with one of mine
Let me come through Big Mello
Since we crunk in this bitch
Yeah mo'fuckers it's Cl'Che
If you hearing this shit
So grab your cups throw em up
If you know some'ing about this
A Southside thang baby
We show love to the click
Nigga we the realest, down fa sho the illest
About the money baby
Give a fuck about your feelings
Remember I'm that Classifyd Lady
Huh she bout to drop again
Watch out she's gon flash
And thoed and crazy
It's on again, KMJ making niggas back fin
You gonna have to come, two hundred plus ten
Yeah we on it, and we out to win
Cause in the pocket sixteen bars behind it
From the Penn
Nigga what we the realest
Nigga we the illest
Huh you don't wanna fuck
With these KMJ killers
Now it's on, what you motherfuckers wanna do
Nigga fuck you, cross us we buck you
Better bring it on, we ready for war
And if they start then we gon bomb
Like in Vietnam
Quiet as calm like Sadaam, we setting it off
And it ain't no game
When we come we playing it raw
Don't nobody wanna mess around with KMJ
When my SK finna spray
By the time you wanna mess with Trae
My enterouge on the way
Big Mello, Z-Ro and 'Che
Dougo Geno and Double J
We killers up out the gates
That'll wet up your hallway
We ain't got nothing to lose
In the game we was paying dues
But niggas wanna disrespect
So now they singing the blues
KMJ is my team
On the grind for the love of green
We'll put you bitches on lean
With a hot twelve in your spleen
Or hat it's like that
With a verbal assault on tracks
While niggas smoking the strack
Ready to push your wig back
And back it's gon go
Till one of y'all hit the flo'
From beating my calico
You don't want no mo'
D-O-U-G-IE, to the motherfucking D
Representer up in this bitch
KMJ the click bitch we be
Be me 4-4 one cock
Nigga fucking around you hoes get shot
Infra beams end up up on your knot
Mash the gas cause Diggie just won't stop
Bitch look we some grown ass men
With a click of killers
We'll part your playing
Fucking niggas is up is the game plan
Pulling out the A the K and start spraying
Bitch look can't fuck with a team
That's straight from the streets
And all about cream
Garunteed to make motherfuckers bleed
By any means we going hard for the green
Uh huh said that represent that feel that
Like the grow wind beat that rip rap
Snap a ledge just to kill all the chit-chat
Flipping rounds ain't no way around that
Cross the line and you ain't gon come back
If I said that lil' bitch I meant that
And I think just to knock your hair back
And for the click I get down with that