Yo, I'm Killa Cali, I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping fresh out the I'm hella comin' straight through your chest I a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll
'Cuz in order to survive, you gots to have Like a rental but I'ma call you Ben 'cuz you My crew's blowin' up a Pinto Hip hop's gettin' rotten but we stay like a Mento
So put it in mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all We gonna turn this bitch out like This cut will still bump it's an oldie
And if we ain't sold platinum or gold That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me Black, I snack on the and wash it down with a fifth of Yak It's like that and the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your I'm sending wack rhymes to the
Turn up skill factor, you bitin' rhymes like a Raptor You thought we was through but is still the first chapter I go, can I get an, "Ooh, ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, from the Likwit
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Now me run a muck and gun 'em up with the shit Rebel rhymin' from Tha Liks, Alkaholistics all true no tricks The infrared pointed at they And man they don't speak, keep the conversation petite
They shit is weak, I'm like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga class Me in the game, no problem Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James
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