Artist: The Warriors
Album:  M*A*S*H
Song:   Killa Hillas
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: L.I.S.]
Coming, coming, see us coming?
We coming...

[Chorus: L.I.S.]
Coming in, them Killa Hillas is coming in
Coming and stunting, them Killa Hillas be coming in
Coming and stunting, them Killa Hillas be coming in
The Killa Hillas is coming, them Killa Hillas be coming

[L.I.S.]
We coming in, Killa Hillas, and we gunning men
You fumbling, while my Warriors, we running in
Ribs rumbling, take ya stake on the way in
I've mispaid some brave men on occassions
Live life like a caveman, amen or paegan
You should call me rhythm the way I slave men
I've paved the way for the future of my Killa Hill nation
Fuck all y'all racist faces, fronters, fakers
I pull the cash out my pot and bought my forty acres
Been putting in the work since the all-way breakers
I'll Krush ya Groove, and anybody got butt, they must've moved
My life, rushing rude, let, not you bet
I've crept with the crew, stepped to show who's the true vet
And I rep, Killa Killa Hill, Killa Hill, Killa Killa Hill

[Chorus]

[L.I.S.]
Fuck ya shit with a flint rock
I put the fire to the pen and then the muthafucking hits start
I rep the Hill, boulevard, avenue and block
Until the tick-tock, that cash don't stop
Ghetto bitches on the block, give that ass, don't stop
I'm ahead of my class, the cream of my crop
The rotten apple of the bunch, but I'm ready to rock
And all you niggaz wanna front, but you ready to flop
I ricochet state-to-state while you play with a spot
You, me, not, me be you? I wouldn't dare
Got the knowledge to demolish, see the grays in my hair
Feel my rage in the air, my whole style's a flair
Killa Hill, Wolf Packer, keep my dubs in the air
You seek the rare, style that I've prepared
Give me the mic, and like Christ, and I'll be there (I'll be there)

[Chorus]

[L.I.S.]
Listen here to the third hearse
Slide up to Schenect', flip a bird first
In the Hill with the cleaners, manufacturing work
Got tray on the chirp, looking right in a skirt
I'm on to you bitch-ass niggaz like a purse
The worst is, the verse is, not nearly done
Fear me son, or fear me gun, I'm merely one
Running rampid, that raw shit, I stamp it
To the scene with that Mack shit
You bitch-ass nigga, pardon me, you actress
I'm an, activist, with an active fist
And I pack a fifth, stay read for the rift
Wrath, I'm heat click on the strip
Get ya shit trashed, and I did my math
A couple bloodbaths with my wolves and laugh
(Laugh... fuck that)

[Chorus 2X]