Kill It

[Hook: Agallah]

Let me know if you feel it, feel it, feel it

D&D, let us kill it, kill it, kill it

Craig G, we coming with it, with it, with it

Agallah, Rugged Man, Channel Live we 'bout to spend it

Let me know if you feel it, feel it, feel it

D&D, let us kill it, kill it, kill it

Agallah, I'm coming with it, with it, with it

Craig G, Channel Live and Rugged Man are 'bout to kill it

[Verse 1: Hakim Green]

You know the live niggas roll them trees up, Alchemist put the beat up

We D&D up, R.A., Adolf and Craig G, yup

We hit the block up, catch me rolling chalk up

Watching Sopranos late night with a bitch legs cocked up

My flow is like snow cooked up

Bust like mo' shook up

Screaming 5-0, down, crooks up

You lying, don, don't look up

When hungry dirty down niggas hook up

Get your ice took up

[Verse 2: Tuffy]

Cause you wanna ice down you could end up sliced down

When I slug up in your see-through ass like nightgowns

Just pipe down, bring all the hype down

Fight now, niggas pick up the knife, put the mic down

Oh, we in the ninth round, high off Mike's pound

I lay them lies down like you roll the dice down now

Two pulls and pass, oh, that bomb hash

I'm tired of niggas wants more ass than Stacey Dash

[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]

I'm a hand grenade holding, Chinese star tossing

Screamin' Jay Hawkins in the Walkman

Bomb threats to the airports

I'm a twisted fuck with sick thoughts

On your block with a blowtorch

I'm straight country, rednecks stay away from me

Jack Dempsey, G Tony, I don't need money, I'mma be bummy

I'mma be crusty and ugly, King Kong Bundy

We are Channel Live, Craig G, D&D all-star

R.A. The Rugged Man and Agallah

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Craig G]

This beat's a bar stool over the bats, smack

Only 10 seconds elapse before your vertebrae snaps

Ayo, I heard 'em say raps, but them shits were half-assed

Totalize, we catching rhymes belonging glad trash bags

Gang members flash racks, carjackers stack jacks

In a warehouse 5 miles northwest from Six Flags

Yo kid, ya style's fake like Richie Aprayo

Telling tales about you shipping the yayo

Bullets fly from a Winnebago

Making you and your clique lay low

One shot, I'm Michael Corleone, nigga, you Fredo

[Verse 5: Agallah]

It'd be a cold day in jail before you fuck with Agallah

Fuck rap, yo, would blow the gats for y'all

I'm the tact that'll take the weight off your backs

My shit'll make them real niggas insert them clips in the macs

Y'all can spit 'til ya lips is black, your shit is wack

All them gangsters [?] shots when I chill on the track

And it's real hard for most cats to get on the chart

What I think about you rappers, I won't get to that part

And bullets get to the heart, niggas rip you apart

I'm already at the finish before you get to the start

Ain't nothing like Ag and the chemist, D&D presented

Roll that blunt again, nigga, ain't enough weed in it

In the street where them niggas will cheat lyrics

Fake gangsters with weak feelings

Enter the first round, we came with it

[Hook]