(Killa Kyleon)
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm $#&@in' wit the king
we bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream

I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
we get money while you ^!$$%s still asleep, and a
it's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s

block to bleed, ^!$$%s to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin back 21
it's 80 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 coffe mug jar
and I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
move it all around till they cook it air tight

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, ^!$$% Mike D

bleeds the block cuz I am the streets

(Chorus: Z-Ro)2x

Here we go
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto
^!$$% 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 (*##$ you won't run up no more
cuz we will slide yo (*##$ $$# across the flo, flo, flo


(Z-Ro)
I know y'all rappers can't stand
the fact that I'm back fresh outta jail

also focused on nothin but makin my mail
ain't got no time to waste, cuz the rap game is damn near dead
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed

every song they play on the radio is bull%#@! homie
them ^!$$%s got they blow up, but we got that good %#@! homie
matter fact you might even overdose

cuz I've been known to cause blood clots
I should been known to be a killa, but a (*##$ ^!$$% I never was not
I've always kept it real, even when everbody around me was fake

they don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressure
it's death before dishonor ^!$$%
so that means before a rat, like mickey mouse

I'll be another job for the grave digger
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 gone be in
instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, thats what I live in....


(Chorus: Z-Ro)2x
Here we go,
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto

^!$$% 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 (*##$ you won't run up no more
cuz we will slide yo (*##$ $$# across the flo, flo, flo


(Z-Ro)
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 money on my mind
I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grind

Haters wanna see me fallin off of my game
They hatin' cuz 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...

(Killa Kyleon)

See I'm somethin like a playa, somethin like a pimp
Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this
Is re-turn of rapper slash the hood fella

Lookin for a rap to get my groove back like Stella
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella
with a baby glock, ready to rock up out fellas

hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
yeah,(you know me) ^!$$% I'm still the drank man...

(Chorus: Z-Ro)2x
Here we go

Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto
^!$$% 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 (*##$ you won't run up no more
cuz we will slide yo (*##$ $$# across the flo, flo, flo