Bodies Hit the Floor

[Intro: Killa Kyleon] Yuh Hey, run it Killa, I am it 187 when I write this shit DOA, get a black bag and a toe-tag ‘Cause I’m finna good night this shit Ignite this shit, set it on fire My car like the bar, I’ma set it up high Wet it up, why? ‘Cause I like that candy Haters do, too, so I keep clips handy Send them to the ER, then to the morgue Put them in a box, then put them in a car Carry about six, you can put them in the dirt RIP, you can put them on a shirt .223s, send them through your body Send them to the wake, they can view your body Dressed in all white, hey, you looking Yo Gotti I’m a real nigga, nigga you know about it [Hook: Killa Kyleon] Let the bodies hit the floor I kill this shit like Drowning Pool My paint so wet sitting in that slab I make this drowning look so cool Keep that K for the haters that hate ‘Cause the haters that hate wanna see me fall Never liked walking, so I quit walking Got in that slab, you can see me crawl [Hook] [Verse 1: Killa Kyleon] Hey, just like an infant, sitting on inches Mario and Luigi, I keep me a princess King of the slab, y’all niggas just princes Getting to the money like a nigga be printing it M-o-e 'til a nigga need mo’ Rolling up kush, so I’m finna meet Dro Keep lean on me, so I’m finna meet Joe Headed to the bank, so I’m finna meet dough Can’t be po’, so I gotta get paid Need a brown bag just to hold my shit Add a little mo’ to the dough I just made? Need a rubber band just to fold my shit That’s why ya ho wanna hold my dick No nuts to the four when I pull my shit M-O-M, y’all know my shit Money on my mind, yeah, right, no shit, bitch! [Hook]x2 [Verse 2: Bun B] Well, it’s the Trill O.G., er’body know me in the hood as well as the burbs Big-body slab fish-tailing the curb, so fresh, so clean, I’m smelling superb And yelling the words (What’s that?) UGK for life, RIP P-i-m-p (M-p) Disrespect that, boy, and I’ll fuck you up, just to put it plain and simply (Simply) When you see me coming around the corner, sitting in a foreign that you never heard of Leather seats so fresh that the cow just died and PETA want me for murder (Say WHAT?) And the wood inside that bitch brand new ’cause we just killed a tree (A tree) So you already know that the motherfucking EPA ain’t feeling me (Me) But I’m in the building, G, matter of fact, I’m on the lease (The lease) And it’s already understood when I step the fuck out on them streets (Them streets) Tough guys start tucking they tail, and all that talking cease (Cease) ‘Cause they know them gladiators coming, so all they want is peace (Peace) You don’t want it with B the nigga, so stop pretending ‘Cause B done robbed from the start of it ’til the fucking ending I pull a pistol and pop it and leave ya stanking On the ground, face down, stiff, nigga, like you planking [Hook]x2 [Outro: Killa Kyleon] @KillaKyleon, @SmokedOutLuger, @BunBTrillOG Big Dick Cheney, RIP to the Trill OG P-i-m-p C Trill niggas don’t die, we get fly, get mo’ money You get no money, you know what the fuck this is Run it!