AKshon (yeah!)

Killer keeps it honest

'Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach

Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)

Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

K-I-L-L

This is the name that came to alter the game

Not like these rappers who spit it the same

Separate lames from they chain

My mind don't slack

I'm totally focused on beatin' up tracks

Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac

Thousand watt amp with woofers in back

Lean to the left if you burnin' a sac

Baby got back and it's in Baby Phat

Pardon me, dawg, for chasin' the cat

I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that

I like the front and I'm lovin' the back

I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch

Escalade dippin', I'm holdin' the lane

Mama's a scholar, she blowin' my brain

Ain't this the life?

Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night

Lil mama's a plumber, she's handlin' pipe

Ill wit' a pill, she handle it right

Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team but the livest one

Cocked, loaded, bust like a gun

Y'all better run, one, one

Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah)

All in your trunk (Yeah)

Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine

Swervin' and tokin' and grippin' on pine

Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah)

All in your trunk (Yeah)

Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers

Crawl in your bunk (Yeah)

How we gon' stop? (Whoa)

How we gon' quit? (Shit)

Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy

I came through swervin' like this, I'm

Good wit' the game, gutter fo' show

Duckin' you lames and obstacles

Don't get that ass in a hospital

Wrapped in a cast from head to toe

This boy, he real

Racin' the candy Seville through Dixie Hills

My cars do wheelies, drive on three wheels

First round pick like Michael Vick

Quarterback status, throw passes at chicks

Santana Moss when catching the ball

Get it? Like Moss, she catches the ball

Perfectly tuned, my engine don't stall

And I'm equipped with nitros, y'all

Ready to rip, burn, roar

Ready to tear through your city on tour

Took the whole world and murdered that shit

Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch

Later, for now, I'm hustlin' hits

Flippin' my words like bricks, trick

Yeah

Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah)

All in your trunk (Yeah)

Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine

Swervin' and tokin' and grippin' on pine

Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah)

All in your trunk (Yeah)

Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers

Crawl in your bunk

New, new, that new-new

New-new for you-you

New-new for you-you

That new-new, that new-new

New-new for you-you

New-new for you-you

That new-new, that new-new

New-new for you-you

New-new for you-you

That new-new, that new-new

New-new for you-you

New-new for you-you