Ya Not No Killa

[Intro: Bars] Just yesterday I was born again Everyday when I wake up, I'm born over [Bars] One for the money, two for the cash Three for Rikers Island, who need weed bag stash Seen dope fiends throw up, shitty weed bags, it's madness Coppers perpetrayin' the fort, crackers wanna kill niggas Triggers get handed to niggas, with no cases I guess I'd have a gun, if I was safer Never hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin' Makin' me wake up, with cold sweats, it's no threat Imaginary gunshot to the head But I be happy, when I don't wake up dead I'm just on point, do what y'all might do Even though that ain't like you You ain't no killa, nigga, my type 2 Pencil will carve a name in a check That'll get your ass gensu, in two [Hook: V12] You not no killa, and everybody knows you not You not no killa, no, no, you ain't Killa, you not, you know you not, you not, a killa You not no killa, no, oh no [V12] Big guns try to approach, but need one Don't force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breath Free throws, like bitches, keep babies, it might seem Crazy, how I'd rap and sing, it's truly amazing I spend nights and a days, with a bad bitch from Beijing And them cops keep hating, I'm answer my floor But at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin' my throat Call me V-Twizzy, more tenor, bitch, cuz you the dumb one Look, Tony, not to get hit from the blind side Bitches, cling rider, whoever, dun, it's y'all time And everybody knows your not [Hooks] I'm that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an S Six double no, bling, hangin' off my neck Bang tattered on my waist, I ain't go no problems But that ratchet can't be safe Just in case, I gotta put a bastard in his place Cuz I ain't been dead nothing I showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin' Youngin' from the 41st side of the hood Mix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that wood Cuz I get high, like I get money and hoes I done came up, and still be runnin' the same codes And I move crowds, air you out Niggas round the hood said B-N-H got the juice now New Now N Laterz, we back, you wanksta Q.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstas Got it locked, you ain't a killer, never buck a shot, nigga Stock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy [Hook] [Shyheim] Some actin' cuckoo like he just flew over a nest Like y'all give a fuck how much weight he bench Shyheim, my government and my attribute BIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribs So give me the loot, or LBC it like Snoop I'm out to get coof again, coof again, coupe Turn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rap I'm about to bring it back, in the name of crack In the name of dope, slidin' through your hood On a diamondback, with spokes Big boy toys, underneath the smoke of coke Y'all motherfuckers must think I'mma joke I smack niggas like you, and tell 'em, go get your guns As far as I'm concerned, y'all can suck dick and swallow cum I'm God son, the rose of salvation Product of the ghetto, I'm the streets creation I move like vampires, only at night Hand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fire Goin' hay wire, I stab a nigga til my arm gets tired About to retire..