Make A Girl Feel Flow

[talking:]

Yeah that's right, bounce Killa

It's your favorite rapper's, favorite rapper nigga

Dead End Southside, Boyz N Blue

Boss Hogg Outlawz nigga, they know Killa run it

[Kyleon:]

It's Killa Kyleon, I'm back up in the mix again

Pyrex fork scratching, I'm back up in the bricks again

And you can catch me in the hood, like a fan belt

With a heater on me, that'll make your man melt

I'm the truth in the booth, I'm not liar homie

No I snitch, I ain't letting FED's, put a wire on me

Before Killa take the stand, he gon take a man life

Put him in the sleeper, like the reaper nigga

I'll have you pushing up daisies, like a gardener

Head covered in red, like St. Louis Cardinals

So play pussy, and you gon get fucked quick homie

Only difference is, you the pussy this the dick homie

Billy the Kid, Kyleon'll make you famous

I'm the best rapper in Houston, listen that's a no-brainer

And that ain't arrogance, that's confidence

I make good music like Kanye, use your common sense

[Slim Thug:]

This one for my niggaz on the grind, moving rocks on the corner

Laws on watch, streets hotter than a sauna

Hustlers getting paid, always keep the heater on ya

Cause them niggaz start to hate, when your paper gets stronger

My paper getting longer, your paper getting shorter

My grind mo' stronger, I hustle mo' harder

I'm way mo' smarter, than them other rap dudes

With them bad attitudes, cause they broke and confused

I'm at peace, no beef with no crews

But if I battled on the beats or the streets, I won't lose

I'm a motherfucking winner mayn

Every contest I enter mayn, way back since I was a beginner mayn

By far, I don't bar the war

I take the top off your car, and fire up a cigar

Niggaz bitches, need to wear panties and bras

Niggaz snitches, and they don't even know who you are

Just talking, for the spotlight

I ain't hard to find, you can catch young Slim Thug out nights

Up in the town, fucking around

Having fun at the same time, clutching a pound

Face a clown, wanna do a show

The fo'-fo' blow smoke, like a nigga blowing pounds of the killer dro

They act hard, but them niggaz know

Come playing with the Boss man, and get you bumped off man

[PJ:]

These hating ass niggaz, love to see you doing bad

That's why I grab my pen and pad, and do these niggaz bad

Stay fresh to death, till my body out of breath

I'm PJ bitch, keep your hating to yourself

Stick to the G-code, real with this game

I done been through it all, and I'm still in the game

Selling cocaine, gotta get it how I live

Might blow a nigga brains, gotta get it how I live

Pull up on the scene, everybody freeze up

Thugging like a motherfucker, staying G'd up

J's on my feet, with a fresh white T

I'm a Outlaw bitch, you ain't gotta like me

Knocking hoes down, like bowling pins

Hoes recognize a G, when I'm strolling in

Like Yokahoma tires, I hull these hoes

I'm a playa made nigga, I don't love these hoes what

[talking:]

Mic check one-two, one two

You know who it is nigga, freestyling in this bitch

Sir motherfucking Daily, Rayface

Killa Kali, Thugga, PJ, C. Ward

[Sir Daily:]

Outlawz in this bitch, and you know we gon floss

The weather hot, so the top getting tossed

I'm a Boss, so I throw it in the air

Come through, Sir Daily got a hoe and I'ma share

I keep pairs, yeah I keep twins

Got's to slide through, I'm thinking bout my ends

Thinking bout a Benz, with them what cock eyes

I'ma come through, nice hoe with thick thighs

Got's to be fine, if she on my nigga dick

I'ma come through, in this bitch getting rich

Got's to get big, I got's to get fatter

Daily in this bitch, got drank in my badder

Hoes on my nuts, but I pay em no mind

Got's to get paid, everyday on the grind

Puffing on pounds, I'ma share with my niggaz

Nigga talk down, garunteed to see triggas

Cock them hoes back, I'ma just pull

Daily in this bitch, off the drank and I'm full

Got like a bull, I'ma just raise

I'm 2005, on another page

Put it in your face, never gon slack

Got PJ, in the back blowing sacks