Murder They Wrote

[Killa Kyleon]

Yeah

That's right

Hey

Run It

Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear

Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear

I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here

Alert TMZ, because the man is here

Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi

I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me

Just got my pilots license and a fly ride

Only difference is I don't drive I skydive

Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind

I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin

I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left (???)

Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey)

First class killa, y'all niggas coach

Y'all get slices, I get loafs

Mile high club, elite access

I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!)

Let's talk money cause I'm bout that

Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that

I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note

But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope

I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak

Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey)

Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap

While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope

I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick

And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit

Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit

I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!)

[Lil Ray]

Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors

Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport

Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor

Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for

Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy

Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche

Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche

Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse

Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice

Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?

Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more

Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source

Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy

Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator

Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George

Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door

We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four

Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs

Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz

Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood

Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs

Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah

Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs

Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans

I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins

Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance

Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant

Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence

Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton

Name ten rappers I ain't better than

Y'all niggas suck that's evident, paid like Federline

And "fuck Lil Ray " no thanks I'm celibate

Prada kicks on my car (???)

In the streets so much my popularity is like the president

They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes

Playa haters with disease call jealousy

Never Misdemeanor, I'm felony

Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody

Boss Hogg run the streets heavily

Young nigga stay with old money I got gwap from the seventies

Pull up in that drop on them Elliots

I call the rims Missy Elliots because the lips on 'em are very thick

Candy red paint looking cherry-ish

Styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages

It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!