Hood Hop Killa Kyleon & Boss Hogg Outlawz (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro]
I'm fin to give you half a brick
Of Killa Kyleon nigga, and the other half
Gon be the legend himself Bun B
Nigga H-Town in this motherfucker, run it

[Chorus]
I'ma slang my caine, swang my swang
Pop my trunk, bang my bang
Grip my grain, recline my leather
H-Town hoe, they can't do it no better

[Verse 1: Killa Kyleon]
I'm a Mack like Goldie, game like Kobe
I'm real and you shady, like Eminem and Obie
The game's hottest thang, since a iced out Rolley
I'm Shaq in the paint, motherfuckers can't hold me
Somebody please show me, a nigga mo' liver
You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava
Ain't nothing but riders, in my click bitch
And just like Rick James, I'm rich bitch
My flow like bronchitis, I'm sick bitch
So when you listen, you gon say that this some sick shit
I'm a G but, Killa ain't that boy from the Clover
Like P, you don't wanna go to war with a soldier
I'ma aim thangs, that'll put your brains on your shoulder
Then send you up to heaven, to go hang with Jehovah
Now the game over, go find a reverend
Cause niggas coming up dead, like 9/11
Now your mama in the church house, crying and yelling
He fucked with the wrong niggas, we was trying to tell him
Whoa, niggas know that Killa Kyleon harder
I upset these niggas, like Antonio Tarva
I cut up the beats, like a motherfucking barber
I'm a 17 shot, you just a six shot revolver
Fin to run the game, like Nino did to Carter
Houston's unorganized, I'm finna put it back in order