On Fire Flow - Mike Jones, SWISHAHOUSE

Run it, Houston Texas

You now rocking, with the Killa Kyleon

Hit spitter nigga, hey

We Boss Hogging, up in here

That’s what we do, we Boss Hogging

We Boss Hogging, up in here

That’s what we do, we Boss Hogging

We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker

We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker (what you say)

We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker

We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker

I got money, but Killa don’t spoil her

And after I cut her mayn, Killa don’t call her

Now that’s the true, definition of a baller

Knock a chick down, and don’t give a chick a quarter

I’m a candy blue, 22 inch crawler

7−45, I retired my Impala

I’m a hustler, all about a dolla

And if it ain’t about money, I ain’t gon holla

Plus I’m a pimp, I’mma pop my colla

Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla

The best rappers, will respect that nigga

And if the beat jamming, I’mma wreck that nigga

I’m the greatest, get it through your melon nigga

I’m the best yet, I been telling niggas

A hot boy, I’ve been selling nigga

Cause this man’s on fire, I’m Denzel’ing niggas

I’m not a reverend, but I preach to these niggas

I’m one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these niggas

I comfortably speak heat, to these niggas

All you other cats whack, I been peeping these niggas

Not a DJ, but K slay niggas

Killa with the flow, I DK niggas

The best rapper, since that BK nigga

2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway nigga

My name’s Killa, I’ll lyrically murder ya

You’re not a rapper, if I ain’t heard of ya

You not getting good dope, if I ain’t serving ya

You’re not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for

I spit facts, on the track boy

I’m even known in St. Louis, and I ain’t a track boy

Ask around, I’m the hottest nigga rapping

With just another gat, that’s on the track yapping