Killaz theme

Whispered in the air Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up Money in the bank, cash never fold up When a white goes roll up Make the fuck niggas throw up Uh, take you money, never bother me But a lick to a murder from a robbery Graduated from the street, round back diploma Feds on the block, see death around the corner Hold it down like a bucket full of crabs Swag on Kodak, you know I’m gonna flash Keep it to a hundred like the needle on my dash Two hoes on my eyes at looking through the nass Caught up with the trunk all in the hood Your bitch call aside all on the wood I’m lookin’ for ménage like Lil Kim You know them Cokeboy niggas goin’ in Whispered in the air Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up Money in the bank, cash never fold up When a white goes roll up Make the fuck niggas throw up Ah, a nigga drunk but I’m rollin’ Still movin’ like a big ol’ pimp though Got your main lady all in that bizz oh Yea she threw it at you but I caught that info Fo sho man, I talk about the money all the time Nigga, you’re funny, put your money on the line See I’m sittin’ in that new one Try to fuck a model nigga, just ran through one Cokeboy’s got the city under siege, new itty on the bag Full act up, getting’ fifty of them straps Nigga bring it where you stay at Do it to them niggas, drop a ball where you lay at Yea, my money took a boost, nigga bossed up The dope stepped on so I squashed up Get your balls cut, castrated, Porsche 911 drag racin’ Fuck nigga stagnate Whispered in the air Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up Money in the bank, cash never fold up When a white goes roll up Make the fuck niggas throw up