Killaz theme

Whispered in the air

Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low

I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe

Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up

Money in the bank, cash never fold up

When a white goes roll up

Make the fuck niggas throw up



Uh, take you money, never bother me

But a lick to a murder from a robbery

Graduated from the street, round back diploma

Feds on the block, see death around the corner

Hold it down like a bucket full of crabs

Swag on Kodak, you know I’m gonna flash

Keep it to a hundred like the needle on my dash

Two hoes on my eyes at looking through the nass

Caught up with the trunk all in the hood

Your bitch call aside all on the wood

I’m lookin’ for ménage like Lil Kim

You know them Cokeboy niggas goin’ in



Whispered in the air

Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low

I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe

Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up

Money in the bank, cash never fold up

When a white goes roll up

Make the fuck niggas throw up



Ah, a nigga drunk but I’m rollin’

Still movin’ like a big ol’ pimp though

Got your main lady all in that bizz oh

Yea she threw it at you but I caught that info

Fo sho man, I talk about the money all the time

Nigga, you’re funny, put your money on the line

See I’m sittin’ in that new one

Try to fuck a model nigga, just ran through one

Cokeboy’s got the city under siege, new itty on the bag

Full act up, getting’ fifty of them straps

Nigga bring it where you stay at

Do it to them niggas, drop a ball where you lay at

Yea, my money took a boost, nigga bossed up

The dope stepped on so I squashed up

Get your balls cut, castrated, Porsche 911 drag racin’

Fuck nigga stagnate



Whispered in the air

Said she got a thing for a nigga on the low

I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe

Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up

Money in the bank, cash never fold up

When a white goes roll up

Make the fuck niggas throw up