Here We Go

Through the hard way nigga Negative, might be Nigga Z-Ro What up dog? What's crackin', brady? It's boss hog Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king We 'bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream I place the order out in Cali' for the PT We get money while you niggas still asleep, and uh It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking OZ's Block to bleed, niggas to feed If I drop' em on twelve, comin' back 21 It's eighty sippers out the book, I move' em one by one See my hands is fast, my cook game raw I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffee mug jar And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right Move it all around 'til they cook it airtight Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D Bleeds the block 'cause I am the streets, nigga Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor I know y'all rappers can't stand The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail That I'm also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail Ain't got no time to waste 'Cause the rap game is damn near dead Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Came to raise rap from it's deathbed Every song they play on the radio is bullshit, homie Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit, homie Matter of fact you might even overdose 'Cause I've been known to cause blood clots I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch nigga I never was not I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake They don't make 'em like me no more My kind don't break under pressure It's death before dishonor, nigga So that means before a rat, like Mickey Mouse I'll be another job for the gravedigger I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gon' be in Instead of a five by six cell and a big brick home, that's what I live in Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a twenty-four hour grind Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game They hatin' 'cause when they see me I'm havin thangs Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back 24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this Is return of the rapper Slash, the hood fella Lookin' for a rap to get a groove back like Stella Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella With a baby glock, ready to rock up our fellas Hit me on the celler, ain't a damn thang change Yeah (you know me) I'm still the drank man and, uh Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor