Killin' It

[Verse 1: Tash]

Ahh, ahh

I be killin' it (why Tash?) 'cause I be feelin' it

I get money so no need for stealin' it

I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil

Where I write rhymes so fresh, it's like I wrapped my styles in foil

But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezin'

Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season

Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July

And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for more supply

Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no

Maybe niggas got some friends that wanna battle for some doe

If you know somebody, holla, 'cause I take those extra dollars

Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a '96 Impala

And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese

Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys

And say, "Nigga, that's yours, 'cause you opened up doors

Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour"

So, God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya

You know who got your back when them other niggas sweat ya

So, check uno, dos, while I roast this coast a toast

When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most

[Hook]

I be killin' it (killin' it) killin' it (killin' it)

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggas feelin' it

Killin' it (killin' it) killin' it (killin' it)

J-Ro is up next to flow

[Verse 2: J-Ro]

Dat's me

I be killin' it (killin it) when I be feelin' it

Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin' it

Yo, Xzibit (whattup Ro) I got to know

Do I got that Likwid flow? (Oh fo' sho') well, here I go

Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater

I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater

I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears

And Astro-vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs

Plus, makin' money's in my genes

That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin'

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash

My mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the ass

Who's on blast, Tha Liks baby, don't twist it

Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket

What's her name, Stella? If she's on me, kinda hella

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi is what I tell her

I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose?

Wack MC's are like blancas, they have no use

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats

In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all

[Hook]

Who be killin' it, is it the ladies?

Who be killin' it, is it the fellas?

Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys?

Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?

Who be killin' it, is it the rastas?

Who be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it...

[Verse 3: Xzibit]

See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it

This is dedicated to the niggas that be stealin' shit

Straight from the bottom of my black-ass heart

The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane

Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn

So, I'mma hustle like fuck regardless

Watch my smoke go straight for the throat

We known for rockin' the boat

It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts

Tryin' to stack like King Tut, and still bang the microphone up

Demandin', clear lane for crash landin'

If anythin', I'm guaranteed to be the Last Man Standing

Pick a number, motherfucker, whassup?

The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advance

As an avalanche of soul, and everythin' that shine ain't gold

Just 'cause niggas got brew, don't make 'em Likwid Crew

My record contract reads hit man for hire

Xzibit showin' grace under fire

Tha Alkaholiks killin' it (killin' it) killin' it (killin' it)

[Tash] Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggas feelin' it

[Xzibit]

Once again, feelin' it

Killin' it (killin' it) drillin' it (drillin' it)

What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeah

Feelin' it (feelin' it) killin' it (killin' it)

Like this

[Tash] Party down, party down, party down!

[Xzibit] Bringin' it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin' it

(What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah)

[Tash] Y'all niggas ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast

[J-Ro] Say what, wha-what, wha-what what?

I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? It's Tha Likwid crew

[Tash] We be killin' it, uhh, cause we be feelin' it...

[J-Ro] Say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what?