protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb
moss i stay strapped like car seats been bangin since my lil nigga rob got killed for his barkleys thats ten years i told pooh in '95 i'll kill you if
stay strapped like car seats Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's That's ten years I told Pooh in '95 I'll kill you if
tables of this hip-hop fable I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it [Phife
to kill me [Chorus] Hom-Sha-Bom Release the spirit and move along We'll be coming They'll be coming for you and it won't be long Hom-Sha-Bom Release
you killed it, 'cause I wanted revenge Well you lied to me, 'cause I asked you to Baby, can we still be friends? Hey hey sha la la Hey hey sha la la
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to Baby, can we still be friends? Hey hey sha la la Hey hey sha la la [
no question and them bust the second guessin' Keep your thoughts on your lessons What the blood clot? To tell the truth, you don't amaze me Killa Hill
filthiness Something strange or catalyst Fetisha This beloved perversion Fly over, come to kill, what you do? Bend over, come to cure all of you Slide over, come to kill
, my coupe smokin' like Friday Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket Shout out to Sha
myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just
sing Papa gonna buy you a diamond ring Watch out for the killa bee sting BZA Bobby, sha na na You see that's what we called B boy freestyle You stupid muthafucka Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Sha
ice, and ya lil whip you already know I'm in love with that big shit You an imitation, I'm that real shit Y'all just playin the greatest like Will Smith I kill
Dre-day I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ It's me leaking through your stereo Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial I kill niggaz
Hard-hat protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin' down his
Brooke all covered in his blood. If Brooke took a plea, I?d have her out in three to four, but she claims she did not kill him? Warner: (Spoken) Did
it Rap verse 4 (Short Lord): hey you wassup wit da gadi la di dadi Ask anybody who likes to party Da any would be wanna test me I kill em softly ,quickly