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Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So you mean you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon and Bun B
So that's the King of the South, the Underground King
The King of Crunk, and King Kong all on the same song
Haha, aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!, come on
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back, bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack, smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, trappin with my niggas!
I got the new new (Killa K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (niggas don't wanna touch the Killa)
Man we been tongue wrasslin too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and leave you fetal like a newborn
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggas move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared when the tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggas, bring that new new out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation, but hey, we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wake
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back, bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack, smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, trappin with my niggas!
I got the new new (Killa K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (niggas don't wanna touch the Killa)
Straight from Atlanta, the hog handler
Grown folk trap, scrambler
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My MAC-10 made for action, body-baggin' and toe-taggin'
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You goin' off that waterboat thinkin you can hold me
I'm King Kong on every track, no capsule can hold me
I'll (thump, thump, thump, thump), when I (bump, bump, bump, bump!)
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, (all in yo' trunk!)
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda
I'mma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
SIG Sauer by my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back, bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack, smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, trappin with my niggas!
I got the new new (Killa K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (niggas don't wanna touch the Killa)
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
Devoured, it's a shit storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggas on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, no way, know how, I stay lowkey, lowbrow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't miss
They put me high on lists, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on, leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz can't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back, bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack, smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at, trappin with my niggas!
I got the new new (Killa K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (K-K-K-Killa, Killa)
New new (niggas don't wanna touch the Killa)
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike or Bun, we are not doing this for fun
This is a bloodsport, emcees are dyin', mothers are cryin'
And whack ass niggas will go out tryin', it is officially a new day
I'm officially the new mouth, and these other emcees are a new sound