Lyrics On Fire - Killa Kyleon, Boss Hogg Outlawz

On Fire

Run it, Houston Texas
You now rocking, with the Killa Kyleon
Hit spitter nigga, hey
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That’s what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That’s what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker
We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker (what you say)
We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker
We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker
I got money, but Killa don’t spoil her
And after I cut her mayn, Killa don’t call her
Now that’s the true, definition of a baller
Knock a chick down, and don’t give a chick a quarter
I’m a candy blue, 22 inch crawler
7−45, I retired my Impala
I’m a hustler, all about a dolla
And if it ain’t about money, I ain’t gon holla
Plus I’m a pimp, I’mma pop my colla
Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla
The best rappers, will respect that nigga
And if the beat jamming, I’mma wreck that nigga
I’m the greatest, get it through your melon nigga
I’m the best yet, I been telling niggas
A hot boy, I’ve been selling nigga
Cause this man’s on fire, I’m Denzel’ing niggas
I’m not a reverend, but I preach to these niggas
I’m one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these niggas
I comfortably speak heat, to these niggas
All you other cats whack, I been peeping these niggas
Not a DJ, but K slay niggas
Killa with the flow, I DK niggas
The best rapper, since that BK nigga
2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway nigga
My name’s Killa, I’ll lyrically murder ya
You’re not a rapper, if I ain’t heard of ya
You not getting good dope, if I ain’t serving ya
You’re not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for
I spit facts, on the track boy
I’m even known in St. Louis, and I ain’t a track boy
Ask around, I’m the hottest nigga rapping
With just another gat, that’s on the track yapping