REAL KILLAZ E

Aw yeah, DJ Squeaky in the house. Y'all know what time it is. 1996, baby. Droppin' that shit for your motherfuckin' ass. Don't forget about the DJ Squeaky Greatest Hits Part 2. My nigga Tall, Skinny Thuster. Insane and Killa Murphy gon' be droppin' that shit For your motherfuckin' ass. But back to the main. This the motherfuckin' main. We gon' be doin' that shit for your motherfuckin' Ass. Bitch. In the mornin', set a goal to make a Stack or two. Smokin' what I didn't smoke last Night is what I'm prone to do. Strictly business, never pleasure, I ain't got no Time to play. Every second counts, so every second I gotta make some pay. Inhale the bud, smoke and exhale all the bullshit. Lyrical bullets, I be sprayin', unload the whole Clip. Nothin' but that strong shit, I'm feelin' like I'm Tony Draper. Smokin' killer on top of buildings Of a Dallas skyscraper. Higher than a motherfucker flyin' on the way to A mil'. Ain't nobody fuckin' with the clique, It's fuck how you built. Doomshop blowin' out speakers of your area. Causing nothin' but panic to you bitches, mass Hysteria. Worldwide pimpin', why you mad? 'Cause we takin' over. Hang it up, y'all need to retire 'cause you Know it's over. Tryna copy the blueprint, But it ain't built the same. Too easy to weed 'em out, get the fuck Up out the game