[Intro: Benzino]
Killa, killa
The revolution starts here
I guess this what it had to come to
I'm ready
[Chorus: Benzino]
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
[Verse 1: Young L.O., Benzino & Young Hardy]
The clips (Killa) inserted, the silencers locked on this clip
Get it hot on any block you walk on
The same strip you rep, same place you chopped on
With 32 shots and reloading, who want more? (Who want it?)
Call the medics but I don't think he gon' make it homes
The 9 is cute but the impact'a break ya bones
Cause all I know is thugs and misfits
So bust off your guns if you relating to this shit (I need to know)
Yea, for the juves with they duce duce trillin' the O.G.'s
The old heads (Chea) smoked out (Yo) toting they four piece
[Verse 2: Young Hardy]
I was taught to squeeze off
Never let a nigga leave off, if you hit him in his arm then you better knock his sleeves off
I want him flat with his knees crossed, shoot him in his back then go through his neck and break his teeth off
And if a nigga play big and brockie, I gotta shotgun the size of the sticks in hockey (Yeah)
Your six pack [?] make the shit look sloppy (Eww)
I ain't the one you wanna shit on papi
[?] [?] homies
I give it to you clones and phonies
With different kind of chromes, it's on when it's on, G (Wanna see?)
Recognize how I talk and walk
He's a killa coming form the streets of New York
[Chorus: Benzino]
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man (Uh), I'ma hurt cha man (Uh huh)
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
[Verse 3: Benzino]
I ride (Killa) for true rap warrior (Yeah)
Banging for a purpose (Huh)
You know you'll never face us, your label's too nervous (Yeah)
Realistically speaking I'm a son of a gangsta (Gangsta)
Son of gun (What)
Always carry my gun (That's right)
What's good (Killa) really?, Shady killa (Uh) Luchiano lady getter (That's me)
Collide with universal push a cross through your lung (Blaow)
Intentions was to hurt you, four corners where I'm from (Boston)
It's pandemonium when the sweepers start speakin' (Blaow)
The language of the streets, half black, Puerto Rican (That's me)
That sorry momma shit just apply to the [?] (Sorry momma)
You owe the hood money, for extorting all the lingo (I want it)
I'ma C4 your mouth, stuff ya ass in the Rover (Let's go)
I'ma see it that you pay the streets, game over
And Elliott, I'll poke your fuckin' eyes in ya brain (XXL)
If you ever write about me in your magazine again (Like I did)
Flex I drop bombs on ya head (Pussy!)
Leave you slumped over in your Tahoe and two four's dead (I'm a killa)
The only kingpin is Benzino, you a puppy (That's right)
Nas had it right, you a motherfuckin' flunkie
I'm not a outcast, I make my music for the people
Serenade the streets with 24 bars of lethal
50 we gave you three, tell me how the Grammys treat you?, huh
I rip the roots out the ground they walk on, make the band play taps while I get my chalk on
[Chorus: Benzino]
I'm a killa (Yeah) and you can tell (And all you backpack motherfuckers who try to be conscience) by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, (I wanna know what the fuck you being conscience about) I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets (Huh?) start to fly (Stop sellin' the fuck out) you gon' understand
I'm a killa and you can tell (Word up) by the way that I walk (And I'm not backing down from no motherfuckin' body)
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha (I don't give a fuck who you are) man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand (And that shit last year on the Grammys)
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk (When motherfuckers was playin')
The way that I talk
The look (As the band backin' this motherfucker) in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man (That shit almost made me throw the fuck up, man)
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
I'm a killa (Niggas better wake up before it's too late, yo) and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha (Untouchables) man, I'ma hurt cha man (Benzino)
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
Killa (Young Hardy, L.O. Huddy 6, Jeff two-times, JB
It's movement motherfucker
Get the fuck on or get walked on)
Killa, killa
