Lyrics My Killa Shit - Young Drummer Boy

- I heard a lot about you and the rest of the group taking drugs Pete. Does this mean you're usually loped up when you're actually on stage?
- No. But it means we're loped up all the time.
Bitch I'm on my killa shit
Just coped the Benz up out the dealership
FUCK THAT! I told you imma rap about the realist shit!
Why my homies cappin'?
Why they always gettin' caught?
Why they gotta make the money sellin' dope up on the block?
I don't know I gotta think about it
Hold up! Let me think about it
Fuck anybody who's got anything to say about it!
This is my environment!
Fuck if I'm denyin' it!
I'm aimin' at your house, like a muthafuckin' fireman!
Hold up...
Aye yo Puz, man I don't think they know about this one...
Fuck it man we goin' back in
Bitch I'm on my killa shit!
We don't talk about it!
Bitch we been about it!
Murders on the front yard
Yea, I know a thing about it
Runnin' outta money
Black mask, hit the spot
Don't nobody make a move and ain't nobody gettin' shot!
Hey!
Never say a thing about it
I ain't even seen nobody!
You don't want no problems homie
You don't wanna think about it
(Welcome to my city!)
Yea we runnin' this bitch!
Everybody want a dollar
Everybody gettin' rich uh! Bitch I'm on my killa shit!
Yea I already told you muhfuckas I'm on killa shit!
Listen man, yea I said it I'm on my killa shit!
Lil dirty muhhfuckas yea I'm stayin on my killa shit!
Bitch I'm on my killa shit!:.