Killas Theme (Explicit)

Ay the game is survival

You wouldn't know a real ni**a if he walked up and robbed you

They gonna have to revive you

If I slide thru I wouldn't need to advise you

You smoke and they gonna let on us

You d**n near retarded a smallgular buss

I pull a porsche out and fall for the rush

Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs

We put up houses and haul on the trucks

When I move smooth I'ma ball all on dust

Plus you n***as can't eat no more

Or walk around in the street no more

I run this city that's why my feet so sore

I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'

I pull up on a set with bad intentions

Like a bullet in ya neck

Anybody can get it the cal' and the sket

I drink away to pay and pop mo' on the jet

A bag of the goo rock the mall when I'm set

Jus got a new calical and a tec

Fresh p cut powder all on my neck

Next stop stop at the mall in the vet

The green gang with me and the all hold sket

Nah we ain't gonna send ya girl home yet

She G-D and we all want next

300 thousand we all know less

And less is small a European tour

Car cold handle on a European door

N***as get money but the Unit gettin more

Troops on the roof stashbox in the floor

Green and white bow with the matchin valour

Air hold muffler attached to the 4

And a batch and the raw

You n***as better move man when we come thru the door

Movin with the Uz' man you'll be a body on the floor

We don't go by the rules and we break any f**kin law

N***as gonna lose man

I'm on the flyin spur sh*t chinchilla that fur sh*t

40 cal watch me murc sh*t

N***as out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun

Labels eatin off some garbage like some d**n raccoons

Clap all ya goons knock a barrell in the sky

Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes

G-unit is the team we the hottest group out

Got me in a Phantom the hottest coupe out

Su live to the fullest sum never gettin head

O G's doin life young boys in the feds

Love times don't last tough people do

Crack and rap money that's my revenue

And you wanna stick who what the f**k is you thinkin

100 dollars from my ATM will have you stickin

My chain blingin VVS stones it's all good

Southside Bedstide catch me in the hood

Yeaa Rotten Apple ni**a comin this Summer

I don't give a f**k who you are what label you on

When Banks drop Blue Heffner Gangreen you better push back ni**a

Ya heard you can be on Interscope you can be on Def Jam ni**a

And if I get on parol I'm on parol

If I get off this probation yall n***as is in trouble man For real

Lloyd Banks Blue Heffner Rotten Apple ni**a the hottest sh*t out

Muthaf**ka mixtape is better than ya muthaf**kin album

Yo Banks man f**kin run New York ni**a you know what time it is

Fitty wattup Buck wattup