Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 18) lyrics

k**a n***a (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 f** 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 a** in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, f** with me you'll get your spine chopped I'll have ya a** in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, f** with me you'll get your spine chopped I'll have ya a** in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac I'm not a martial artist, f** 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 co*ked, I'm punching the clock I'm ready to work And lift n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a Back on the block, I'm like Quincy Jones You f** with Kyleon s**er, I empty chrome f** with Kyleon s**er, I empty chrome f** with Kyleon s**er, I empty chrome Leave you inside your brome, with a empty dome My bullets make your mind go blank, like a empty phone n***a