[Intro]

You remember what happened last time

When we brought the casket on stage

You know what really happens?

We told you you was gonna die

We came on stage, looked you in your face and said

You gon' die

[Hook]

Left the devil on the back roads

In search of heaven on the path home

In the raft I go

Niggas wanna have my soul

Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo

We did it. Juicy get em. (Flex)

Niggas start flexin', it's the Wesson (Flex)

On these streets men bleed

They respect it or they test it aim for the weak

Them cowboys, I brought killas with me

Them cowboys, I brought killas with me

Killas with me, killas with me, killas with me

You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]

You a cowboy I got killas

I got animals and gorillas

I got silverbacks with them black macks

And this trap rap no backpack

Petty thieves in my rat trap

Never preyed on the weak

Last lay was on south beach and that bitch stay for a week

'Fore the white folk came

Guns got blown, bodies on the ground and the brains on the floor

Put the cash in the bag in the all black Jag

In the bag in the trunk, next to the pump - bang

Whether sun or rain

I'm out here police know my name

Neighbours hate when I'm stepping out

Cause they already know what my weapon 'bout

And that's murder - we killers

And all my killers got knowledge

And Loaded Lux is my teacher

So middle finger to your college

And ace's clip is my preachers

DC bought me dollars

And I named my first son Harlem

And my manager bought me commas

No drama, and I left

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Loaded Lux]

I seen wise men come, I seen wise men go

And in this violent lifestyle all they know

They die for all their dough

It's always a test the best gotta raise the rest

I pray that less less is for the king of death

Saved you flesh you guessing your brain suggest

The game success?

Think of it like a game of chess

You in a lyrical circle individual virtues

Get tested no question this feeling is personal

And really get hurtful when the killing concerns you

You learn to when there's no one to turn to

Envision the verbal mental build of a slaughter house

Slaughter all involved with the choice of doubt

Fought in bouts to kill what it's all about

The bill was real you fake gotta call you out

The hardest out

Party's 'bout to have all them out

Well food for thought what counts

Knowledge explained without pay

And I'm kangaroo with this k

Let them hold that

Loaded Lux make 'em pay, they owe that

Trilly Trel ring them bells, they know that

Flick it up with the fans that's kodak

Cause hell if I gotta go back

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]

Cowboys and we killas

We hunt, so we eat

Y'all bar the way, so y'all starve

Peasants don't mingle with gods

My body count a collage

9-11 my team

So you can either jump in this ring

Or get 'head get under my wing

Silencers with them beams

Loud cries and screams

Drug dealers and fiends

And every king need a queen

[Verse 3: Loaded Lux]

Me and my younger Trilly Trel goin' bonkers

The monster from DC boy no comment

We conscious and we be hoppin' out the tonkers

Hear me know my old niggers yonkers

Harlem up in this motherfucker I offer to offer the most

Awesome lyrics you lost in

Sales get enormous endorsements

Finna drop these kicks, Miguel at the concert

Niggas got to hold that

Loaded Lux make 'em pay they owe that

Trilly Trel ring them bells they know that

Flick it up with the fans thats kodak

Cause hell if I gotta go back

[Hook]