Artist: (Bushwick Bill f/) Kaos, Kyhil Album: No Surrender... No Retreat Song: Kaos Cidity Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Kaos] I was kickin it with this nigga that was a dealer, but that ain't shit Niggaz up in the game nowadays be tryin to play me like tricks But I can't see it, a nigga like me won't have it And bein the bitch I am a bitch like me you best believe I, grab it and get what's mine, a bitch like me gon' get my cheese So tell yo' nigga if he's creepin better look out for me Cause I be fuckin wit'chall niggaz, makin them give up them ducats And tell my nigga if he's trippin I got his vest so FUCK IT~! Cause everybody is a hustler in this, game Dealers deal that shit, wise bitches try to - stay paid It ain't no secret when them niggaz say they want me jack Cause I be bawlin in the streets just like a fetus on crack And no my hustle never stops, fuck naw! Cause if it did then I just MIGHT be the next to fall off But it ain't like that, a bitch that, always goin for broke And hangin with these big ballin niggaz that LOVE to choke I gotta smoke on it, so where's that killer choke? You know I'm ready to get that nigga that said he wants me broke Because they hate to see me ballin; but yet and still them niggaz and bitches be peepin my game and wanna see me fallin [Chorus: Kyhil] + (Kaos) It ain't no way that love gon' make me fall (fuck that) It ain't no way that love gon' clock my grip (fuck that) It ain't no way that I'm gon' be no trick (fuck that) It ain't no way that love gon' catch me slippin (Peep a bitch with straight aggravated game) (A high powered hoe, a high saditty bitch mack mo') (Peep a bitch with straight aggravated game) (A high powered hoe, a high saditty bitch mack mo') [Kaos] Pay and tell about the game is what they said they heard a nigga say While I'm calling it at my crib, with yo' shorty sippin Alize You all up in my biz, better get yo' own shit trick And all you niggaz that's focused on me better focus upon yo' grip Cause I ain't tryin to trip, just stay up in this game Just doin the best thing that I know a nigga cain't My nigga caught a case, but ballers can't be beat Versace down, now you know they want you off these streets Them ants are at my house, a niggaz can't even get no, Z's And all the rumors goin around about a bitch like me Cause I'm a hustler, and hustlers gotta stay down fool So how the fuck you think that you can even do what I do? Cause in this game you be out for self You get yo' ends, get yo' paper, get yo' ducats, fuck it get yo' wealth Talkin about, lettin them little females take the bullet Bitch you got me fucked up, cause them the 20 years, YOU'LL be pushin Being that I know and catch a L I yells outrageous The things, that I do, to make these niggaz go insane Who's to play, stealin my day phone with piece of chain These niggaz still poppin shit and ain't a damn thing changed So let me be that motherfuckin G, that I must be I told you that they didn't give a fuck about me Momma couldn't handle me that's why I became a bad bitch I'm street raised up, told you that in the beginning trick And get my serve on with these niggaz; and if he's ballin harder than mine you better believe that I'm gon' chase them digits Because I'm all about the paper G I'm far from broke up in this bitch, to get rich I'll even save {?} [Chorus]