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kilo ali – keep on rolling lyrics

[verse 1]
my beeper goes off, and i awoke
pocket full of money, suitcase full of dope
took me a bath to get myself clean
put on some dope clothes ’cause i gotta look mean
ate a little breakfast, so i got fool
jumped in the ’98 ’cause it’s time to bool
the b-tch waved me down, you know i’m stoppin’
tell the b-tch i love her, know i’m just poppin’
a quarter to three when i hit the trap
a worker f-ckin’ up, so i give ’em the slap
he ran away with the whole d-mn farm
motherf-ckin’ -ss ’cause the kid’s too dumb
i thought he was down, but i thought too fast
now he walkin’ ’round with some slugs in his -ss
called the folks and they was all around
they said when they catch me, they’ll beat me down
i heard those words and they was right behind me
dipped through the woods, motherf-ckers couldn’t find me
ran up the street, where i got stuck
sucker slammed me on the ground, cold f-cked my clothes up
f-cked up the girl’s chain, fresh gold ring
i can see they didn’t care for my material things
i called the lawyer, said “make some waves”
said “you know we out we out in three motherf-ckin’ days”
three days p-ssed, and i been released
went to find my b-tch ’cause i need a piece
i rocked that -ss until it was swollen
’cause i’m the kilo and i’ma keep on rollin’

[verse 2]
talkin’ to a b-tch on the side of the street
she’s trynin’ to sucker me in, but i can’t be beat
she said she need a n-gga who can pay her rent money
i cracked a smile, freak was kinda funny
she got bad, grabbed me by my shirt
i said “ho it ain’t my problem, b-tch you hurt”
i said “let me go”, freak said “no”
reached back, hit the ho with the body blow
jumped in the ’98 on fulton boulevard
didn’t know in 30 seconds i’m about to get robbed
stopped at the stop sign, while i saw this pucker
four f-ckers jumped out, “give it up, motherf-cker”
yeah, i was mad, and you know that
after all, i had the albums in the back
shot off the ’98, well that was all swell
because like i say, revenge yourself
ran to the telephone to call the fellas
sucker lamp across the street, why?, ’cause they jealous
call r & j, to get the ak
put my quarter in the game, now it’s time to play
i caught the motherf-ckers not far from there
i remember the n-gga with the dye in his hair
jumped out of the car, said “don’t make a move”
so hit the n-gga upside the head with my pistol
shot him in his spine, took what was mine
kilo rules, don’t leave a sucker behind
i started walkin’ off, then i heard one move
n-gga looked me in the face, or what you tryin’ to prove?
i’m tryin’ to prove my sh-t can’t be stolen
’cause i’ma get it back and keep on rollin’

[verse 3]
i’m a dirty motherf-cker, to answer your question
b-tch you get mad ’cause i don’t show any affection
i’m makin’ the big bucks, hard when my d-ck suckin’
rent-a-pay? b-tch, you outta luck
you ain’t freakin’, i ain’t speakin’
my money i’m keepin’
you see the ’98, and to the ride i’m creepin’
i’m like a samurai, i dissapear when the folks come
and they wonder where i motherf-ckin’ gone
they know me, they know my ident-ty
every other day, they got another one from me
i’m the kilo, that’s the price you pay
an example of a n-gga that i k!lled the other day
pulled off his head, used it for a urinal
went to the church, f-cked up the d-mn funeral
the sound of a ak, bang to release
ah ha motherf-ckers, now rest in peace
so the next time you think you controllin’
the kilo’s in effect, and i’ma keep on rollin’

[verse 4]
we be out on the night, a jockey on the corner
b-tch’ll suck your d-ck for a rock if you wanna
dope is down the street, to the cut
the boy walk around with an ounce and a nut
a fresh gold chain, good and a dog
a concrete sup like soft and paw
so i yelled out “what’s up with you?”
sucker shootin’ everywhere, it’s a robbin’ crew
dipped through the cut to the parking lot
ain’t no motherf-cker finna take what i got
ran to the car to get the gat
brought the m-16, and hit it back
hit the block, you should’ve seen suckers scramble
shootin’ ’em down like i was motherf-ckin’ rambo
one escaped me, he ran for his car
he gettin’ ’em off street, so i jumped in the jaguar
chased him up the street to the dead anchor
could’ve swore that i had his motherf-ckin’ -ss in
he jumped out the car and hit the woods
for a fat motherf-cker, he can run very good
i chased him about three minutes i say
then i shot him in the head up on the highway
that’s the game, you gotta be bold, man
the kilo’s in effect, and i’ma keep on rollin’

[verse 5]
when i got a fresh new automobile
a ’89 caddy, saville
trimmed in gold with a fresh gold pack
a grill in the front and some b-tches just to match
just a burgandy rag, sittin’ on top
i used to ride high, now i had it dropped
ridin’ around town, sucker for a fatty
from the dashboard come the semi-automatic
jumped out the car, sucker think i’m playin’
c-cked back the pistol, and went to sprayin’
shot three rounds in the center of his chest
he ain’t talkin’ no more sh-t
’cause i put the boy to rest
his mother started cryin’, i said “i hate it”
threw the rock on the chest
just to make the girl related
heard the sound from all around
with the shot of a pistol, d-mn, i was down
from the blind side, somebody stole me
a man on the ground, like stroodin’ away slowly
one minute i’m hot, the next i’m frozen
another n-gga get my dope and keep on rollin’

- kilo ali lyrics

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