Re-akshon Remix - Bone Crusher Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Aye, aye, Bun who did this man? 

So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B 

So that's the king of the South, the Underground King 

The king of Crunk and King Kong all on the same song 

Heheh, aye, Jon, they ain't ready 

We takin' it on back to the trap my nigga! 

I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz! 

I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' niggaz figgaz! 

I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that killa! 

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz! 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

New, new, niggaz don't wanna touch the killa 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

Man we been throwin' raps for too long 

Aye whatchu wanna do homes? 

I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born 

T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared whatchu better be 

We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy 

Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out 

He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out 

I'm the nigga they be askin' what we gon' do 'bout? 

Mike told me "Fuck them niggaz, bring that new new out" 

Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out 

Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now 

We had lots of misrepresentation but hey, we cool now 

Can't keep playin' both sides of the fence, you got to choose now 

The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake 

If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face 

When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait 

And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A 

I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz! 

I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' niggaz figgaz! 

I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that killa! 

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz! 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

New, new, niggaz don't wanna touch the killa 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler 

Grown folk trap, scramb-ler 

Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager 

My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and throat braggin' 

I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga 

I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no questions askin' 

You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me 

I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me 

I'll thump, thump, thump, thump, when I bump, bump, bump, bump 

It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo, trunk! 

My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk 

We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks 

From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda 

I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die going for mine 

Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin' pine 

Don't be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son 

This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P and Bun 

I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz! 

I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' niggaz figgaz! 

I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that killa! 

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz! 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

New, new, niggaz don't wanna touch the killa 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

Bitch I'm comin' live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 

'Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk 

I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered 

Devoured, it's a shit-storm and you 'bout to get showered 

From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris 

I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris 

'Cuz there is, now way now how, I stay low-key, low-brow 

In that black on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild 

I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this 

I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga, I don't miss 

They put me hot on list, where players are posted 

But them players we posted up on corners 

When they say and get roasted 

And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I keep the flame on 

The face for the game on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on 

Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody 

'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie 

I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these niggaz! 

I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' niggaz figgaz! 

I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that killa! 

In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my niggaz! 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

I got the new, new 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

New, new, niggaz don't wanna touch the killa 

(Killa k-k-killa, killa) 

All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run 

The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee? 

T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun? 

We are not doing this for fun, this is a bloodsport 

Emcees are dyin', mothers are cryin' 

And wack-ass niggaz will go out tryin' 

It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth 

And these are the emcees of the new south! 

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