KMJ Killas (feat. Trae, Dougie D & Cl’ Che’)

Uh, we in your life motherfucker
 Y'all done fucked around, with the wrong motherfuckers
 Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone
 Fuck with us bad news, and beat your bitch ass home
 Bar none fade all, and we deep as the ocean
 You be floating down the brazzer, duct taped eyes open
 Fucking with KMJ, straight Mafioso
 Nigga we bust, for J and Geno
 Ain't tripping this time, all you hoes gon mind
 Cross that line, nigga everybody dying
 I go down, bitch ass nigga now move around
 Can't swang on us, better not show some round
 Shut you down, flip you motherfuckers like a pound
 We the realest motherfuckers, down here in H-Town
 Put this nine on your mind, everytime they out of line
 Blow be the sound, when you fuck with one of mine
 Let me come through Big Mello, since we crunk in this bitch
 Yeah mo'fuckers it's Cl'Che, if you hearing this shit
 So grab your cups throw em up, if you know some'ing about this
 A Southside thang baby, we show love to the click
 Nigga we the realest, down fa sho the illest
 About the money baby, give a fuck about your feelings
 Remember I'm that Classifyd Lady, huh she bout to drop again
 Watch out she's gon flash, and thoed and crazy
 It's on again, KMJ making niggas back fin
 You gonna have to come, two hundred plus ten
 Yeah we on it, and we out to win
 Cause in the pocket sixteen bars behind it, from the Penn
 Nigga what we the realest, nigga we the illest
 Huh you don't wanna fuck, with these KMJ killers
 Now it's on, what you motherfuckers wanna do
 Nigga fuck you, cross us we buck you
 Better bring it on, we ready for war
 And if they start then we gon bomb, like in Vietnam
 Quiet as calm like Sadaam, we setting it off
 And it ain't no game, when we come we playing it raw
 Don't nobody wanna mess around with KMJ, when my SK finna spray
 By the time you wanna mess with Trae, my enterouge on the way
 Big Mello, Z-Ro and 'Che, Dougo Geno and Double J
 We killers up out the gates, that'll wet up your hallway
 We ain't got nothing to lose, in the game we was paying dues
 But niggas wanna disrespect, so now they singing the blues
 KMJ is my team, on the grind for the love of green
 We'll put you bitches on lean, with a hot twelve in your spleen
 Or hat it's like that, with a verbal assault on tracks
 While niggas smoking the strack, ready to push your wig back
 And back it's gon go, till one of y'all hit the flo'
 From beating my calico, you don't want no mo'
 D-O-U-G-I-E, to the motherfucking D
 Representer up in this bitch, KMJ the click bitch we be
 Be me 4-4 one cock, nigga fucking around you hoes get shot
 Infra beams end up up on your knot, mash the gas cause Diggie just won't stop
 Bitch look we some grown ass men, with a click of killers we'll part your playing
 Fucking niggas is up is the game plan, pulling out the A the K and start spraying
 Bitch look can't fuck with a team, that's straight from the streets and all about cream
 Garunteed to make motherfuckers bleed, by any means we going hard for the green
 Uh-huh said that represent that feel that, like the grow wind beat that rip rap
 Snap a ledge just to kill all the chit-chat, flipping rounds ain't no way around that
 Cross the line and you ain't gon come back, if I said that lil' bitch I meant that
 And I think just to knock your hair back, and for the click I get down with that