| This what we finna make you do mayn
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| Listen up one-one, two-two
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| Three-three nigga, breath easy
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| One-one, two-two, three-three nigga
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| Kyleon flow cold, like when you see snow
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| You black cats on the track, Kyleon is C4
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| You might see a lil' do', Kyleon see mo'
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| And ain’t none of y’all better, than Kyleon and C-Mo
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| If it wasn’t for this rap, I’d still run D
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| Who the hottest on these streets, ask my nigga Bun B
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| A hundred percent hit spitter, that’s how they rate Kyle
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| Never battled at Rehab, never battled at 8 Mile
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| They hate Kyle cause he sick, like polio
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| I’m 24 and in my prime, like Kobe hoe
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| I’m MJ on these beats, you can’t hold me hoe
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| I’m thoed, cause Cory Mo told me so
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| You might see me with Slim Thug, you might see me with Po-Yo
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| You might see me with Dre Day, you might see me with yo hoe
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| You might see me at 4−4, in Garden City
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| Or off of 'Stead spending do', at Bargain City
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| Killa finna be a superstar, as large as Diddy
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| In a house in a car, as large as Diddy
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| Talk shit, Kyleon’ll stain your 'fit
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| And really turn you niggas, to the Color Changin' Click
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| I’m a pimp, I come around and bang your chick
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| Day 1 Fam, my gang is thick
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| And I got mob ties, like Frank Sinatra
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| I’m the shooter, you don’t have to think I shot ya |