Killa - Intellectual

[Intro]

Dynamite

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

Say look

You the dynamite

[?] in the studio double SO so shit

You the dynamite

Solo rapping nigga

You the dynamite

[Verse 1]

RIP your papi, that nigga was gone brazy

This beef shit be for real man

These streets out here be crazy

The feds be killing us but I shoot back

And I get 80

I will never see these streets

Till my babies have their babies

Shit be crazy, I ain’t going like that

Run up on me get shot I ain’t busting fight back

Lil nigga always [?] you ain’t talking like that

How the fuck this your block you ain’t posted like that

And the Ogs round there tell me you a bitch

Wanna beef what for you ain’t nothing but a lick

You just smoke for some smoke

You ain’t nothing but a vic

Get a hoe set you up you ain’t nothing to a bitch

All ma niggas in the whip fit all black

Everybody on dark so we all strap

Run down while you try to make a call to the plug

Bust a pound you ain’t never get the call back

And the streets with the beef with the beef I don’t fall back

Homicides kidnap some with all that

If he run then the bullets hitting all backs

Send away the leaf turn red you think fall back

Fat [?] got the squad back

Playing with them tools better wear you fucking [?]

Once we get the word we ain’t tweeting no respond back

We just pulling up shit sour hear a car crash

You hear skrrrrt blow, knocking everything standing up to the ground

Hood on mute you ain’t hear a fucking sound

[?] and ma squad so renowned

I'll lay a nigga down I ain’t playing with a nigga

Send some shells in your home like they staying with a nigga

If the squad so loyal leave em laying with a nigga

[?] his hood yeah up had a deal with the nigga

Send him back to the lord he can deal with a nigga

Send his good man with him he can chill with a nigga

How you know a nigga snitching and you still with a nigga

I be thinking you would fucked around and squeal with the nigga

And I kill with the niggas that I run with

So don’t get gunned down over dumb shit

I be smoking loud till ma mofucking lung red

Keep a mack chicken and a thirty shot drumsticks

I lay his hoe with the rest one clip

Leave his tongue red like he just ate fun dip

Little do you know he ate a whole drum can

I don’t even know if his face stomach ate those shot

And I let off A4 shots when we spray around A4 block

To his mother fucking head watch his mother fucking

Face, nose drops woop woop

Man I hate those cops I bleed through the blocks

Dot cops can't speed through the block

Ops hard can't creep through the block

Might hop out the whip then kick it on feet through the block

Anything [?] cause that jail shit dead

All that court and cell shit dead

I rather go to hell and stay

But the real niggas know it’s a heaven for a G in the streets

Man I rather go a day and stay till then I run the streets

Make music fuck hoes get bread smoke dope

Pass out get head

Wake up with a bitch in the kitchen

What she fixing get fed and it’s back to the streets getting bread

This a real nigga life devil try to steal niggas life

Fuck around try to kill niggas twice

I ain’t worried bout that cause I'm still in the streets

Saying that with ma man on the block with a pipe

If you ain’t with the shit niggas really not with this life

Need to stop then they start living right

If you play too much in the streets get head at the light

And you know you ain’t get to live twice