Freestyle (Track 18)

Killa nigga (yeah) ay.. [Kyleon] These nine shots from a 9 Glock, will put you in a pine box On your back in paradise, mama trying to find plots Fuck with me your time's out, better try to find cops I'll have your family over the bed asking, (is he fine doc) The flat line's out, they finna come and give you nine shocks I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped I look for trouble, like a dope fiend trying to find rocks So when the nine's cocked, I'm punching the clock I'm ready to work And lift niggas spirits, like Pastors preaching in church They call me the nurse, cause I'm the cat you see when you're hurting Front you a few zones, so you can get back working Front you a few zones, so you can get back working Front you a few zones, so you can get back working He's back black, the black cat Serving you half-dollar flap jacks, posted up where the crack's at I got young niggas that hustle, put it in they backpack With that cheese, purple Gator-aid vanilla extracts Got gorillas that tech pack, in a tinted Lex black Get green from the dread heads, white from them wetbacks I'm at Ace, grinding where the check's at I'm short stopping your licks, you better respect that nigga Back on the block, I'm like Quincy Jones You fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome Leave you inside your brome, with a empty dome My bullets make your mind go blank, like a empty phone nigga