Kill It

[Hook: Agallah] Let me know if you feel it, feel it, feel it D&D, let us kill it, kill it, kill it Craig G, we coming with it, with it, with it Agallah, Rugged Man, Channel Live we 'bout to spend it Let me know if you feel it, feel it, feel it D&D, let us kill it, kill it, kill it Agallah, I'm coming with it, with it, with it Craig G, Channel Live and Rugged Man are 'bout to kill it [Verse 1: Hakim Green] You know the live niggas roll them trees up, Alchemist put the beat up We D&D up, R.A., Adolf and Craig G, yup We hit the block up, catch me rolling chalk up Watching Sopranos late night with a bitch legs cocked up My flow is like snow cooked up Bust like mo' shook up Screaming 5-0, down, crooks up You lying, don, don't look up When hungry dirty down niggas hook up Get your ice took up [Verse 2: Tuffy] Cause you wanna ice down you could end up sliced down When I slug up in your see-through ass like nightgowns Just pipe down, bring all the hype down Fight now, niggas pick up the knife, put the mic down Oh, we in the ninth round, high off Mike's pound I lay them lies down like you roll the dice down now Two pulls and pass, oh, that bomb hash I'm tired of niggas wants more ass than Stacey Dash [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] I'm a hand grenade holding, Chinese star tossing Screamin' Jay Hawkins in the Walkman Bomb threats to the airports I'm a twisted fuck with sick thoughts On your block with a blowtorch I'm straight country, rednecks stay away from me Jack Dempsey, G Tony, I don't need money, I'mma be bummy I'mma be crusty and ugly, King Kong Bundy We are Channel Live, Craig G, D&D all-star R.A. The Rugged Man and Agallah [Hook] [Verse 4: Craig G] This beat's a bar stool over the bats, smack Only 10 seconds elapse before your vertebrae snaps Ayo, I heard 'em say raps, but them shits were half-assed Totalize, we catching rhymes belonging glad trash bags Gang members flash racks, carjackers stack jacks In a warehouse 5 miles northwest from Six Flags The pigeon style's fake like [?] Telling tales about you shipping the yayo Bullets fly from a window [?] Making you and your clique lay low One shot, I'm Michael Corleone, nigga, you Fredo [Verse 5: Agallah] It'd be a cold day in jail before you fuck with Agallah Fuck rap, yo, would blow the gats for y'all I'm the tact that'll take the weight off your backs My shit'll make them real niggas insert them clips in the macs Y'all can spit 'til ya lips is black, your shit is wack All them gangsters [?] shots when I chill on the track And it's real hard for most cats to get on the chart What I think about you rappers, I won't get to that part And bullets get to the heart, niggas rip you apart I'm already at the finish before you get to the start Ain't nothing like Ag and the chemist, D&D presented Roll that blunt again, nigga, ain't enough weed in it In the street where them niggas will cheat lyrics Fake gangsters with weak feelings Enter the first round, we came with it [Hook]