[Verse 1: Bun B]
Will you live? Or will you die?
Dig in the dirt, or reach for the sky?
Take it like a man, or hold out and cry?
Well it's about to be a murder, motherfucker
And I think I know why
I ain't no punk, ain't ever been
So how in the fuck you think [?] so funny I ain't even laugh
[?] I'm bout to stick my staff in your ass
Partner, 2 blows, don't give a damb
[?] do more than [?]
Player haters, busters and bitches get [?]
[?]
As for snitches, nothing but rats and snakes in the grass
They get stiches, coming from [?] breaking your ass
Fool, that's how we do it till the end
From the villa of the trilla
To a killer, life has no meaning
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
[Verse 2: Kilo-G]
Goochy goochy, gaga, n***a they call me da-da
[?] down to do what I gotta do
So if I let it kill [?] no cap
[?]
I thought you knew that you was fucking with a cold blooded n***a
I told you hoes in 92 I'll be your grave digger
But fuck that paper, I'll take you another place
[?]
[?] cause your life don't really mean shit to me
Like when I broke a chunk, [?]
2 rounds thump from the AK
I couldn't believe this punk was busting [?]
And yes you know I'm taking over shit
So don't try to play a n***a like a ho and shit
[?] clip in, and I went to trippin
On his ass, let my Ruger go, blast twice
[?]
Then I came from out the back and [?]
There I was, face to face with my would be killer
Picked up the [?]
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
[Verse 3: Bun B]
N***a I'd rather do the deal with ya
[?] to get you and that other motherfucker that's with ya
It ain't no running, no hiding, get down on your knees
[?] so I can tell you n***a please
[?] and it's blue, over and done with
N***as that you run with, [?] dumb shit
Some might say I was wrong, and call me trifling
But when I'm up in they face, they studdering, stifling
Put they feet in they mouth, so I put one in they ass
Cash his ghetto pass, send him home with [?]
That's the only thing, that's the only thing I need to get bye
Swangers, swishers served [?] my pistol and a little [?]
Oh it's good, [?] in the jumping
Then you haters come arouand make me break you off something
I turn your set into a murder scene, and leave with your soul and your green
And it's all because life has no meaning
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
[Verse 4: Kilo-G]
I be breaking n***as down, with my chroam saraphina
[?] beam [?]
[?] from my ways, to place in your motherfuckin face
Let it blast then I dash, fuck a court case
Cause ain't no saving your ass
When I grab the sawed off pump for that ass
N***a buckshots hitting up your dome
Cause you're [?]
Hop you're staring at your [?]
[?] suck a n***a dick
And fuck all that motherfucking running
When I come, hear the gat, watch your ass [?]
And my beemers all scream, they're feending
[?]
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
