Hail of Bullets Young Kyoz (Ft. Outlawz & Spice 1)

[Spice 1]
Boss... (coughing)

Chorus
[Spice 1]
Now if I died in a hail of bullets
Would my niggas go to war for me?
Straight Kua-Kua-Killa
I keep thinkin' and wonderin' what the game got in store for me
(the game got in store for me)
A motherfuckin' G

Now if I died in a hail of bullets
Would my niggas go to war for me?
Straight Kua-Kua-Killa
I keep thinkin' and wonderin' what the game got in store for me
A motherfuckin' G

[Spice 1]
Wake up in the mornin' cleanin' pistols
Put the brush in the barrel
I'm a killer to the bone
Murder laced in my metal
My eyes closed like Steve Foster
I got you in the square
Holla two slugs comin' at ya from every-where
Got more guts than them Chinese
On top of them liquor stores in the riots
Some niggas out there wanna spray up and conspire to keep my quiet
Dumpin' on site and leavin' they chests smokin' (chests smokin')
If the shit lookin' to syke big faulty, they die with eyes opened
How many niggas can I kill on a track
Niggas say that, catchin' these slugs from the mack
(slugs from the mack)
Niggas die every day
In the street to the bay
Where intent to the homicide is as pure as the yay
If I die in a hail of bullets, would my niggas go to war for me
(what you think)
I only fuck with killaz
Real niggas, fastest fingaz
With oozies up on the realest
Double em up in digits
Real live grave diggaz