[Intro: Juicy J]
Squeeze the trigga

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now, I be poppin' game on the bitches 'cause they know
A pimp type n***a's on the mothafuckin' flow
So, drop it off, ho, and I'ma go up in your bag
And if you talk shit, you'll get a foot up in your ass
See fuck n***as fake, and players stay strong
See, pimpin' ain't dead, 'cause this shit is going on
Be careful when you're rollin' through my mothafuckin' set
'Cause if you ain't strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
And I bet I got some things for you pussy ass n***as
Perpetrate, like you're hard, and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you're the shit, just because you wanna fight
But step to the Killa, and your ass just might take flight
'Cause I'm tired of the mothafuckin' fusion
So pass me the Glock for the fuckin' execution
A pimp type n***a, 'cause I gotta be real
You gotta come hard, unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a mothafuckin' ho
So now it's time I rush your ass to the fuckin' floor
I ain't playin', what I'm sayin' mothafucka, is for real
You're gonna fuck around, and get your mothafuckin' cap peeled

[Hook]
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 2: Killa B]
I spit mothafuckin' lyrics from my windpipe
Fuckin' n***as up when it's time to fill their head like
Rollin' through the Mound with a half a pint of yak
Then I call my n***a E for a nice out jack
Make a move, brother, stomp, plus a course of 8Ball
I got the Glock in the glove for your n***as stupid car
A pimp with a bitch, so mothafuck a ho
I got bitches sellin' ass from Tennessee to Chicago
Cali and New York, and all the seven seas
(Do pimps eat pussy?) Man, n***a, please
I kick it like a champ, I thought you n***as knew it
If you got a mission to accomplish, then just do it
A n***a doin' wrong, but I'm still about the right things
Sold a little dope, but I never had to gangbang
Hang on my roadies, peepin' game in the clip
And one in the chamber for you n***as on the creep tip
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know this shit is thick
And n***as in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
So, see, it's quite simple for a n***a that's for real
Don't step to the killer, or else you'll get your fuckin' cap peeled

[Hook]
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 3: Killa B]
Just like my n***a Homicyde, I'm paranoid, n***a
You reach for your gat, aw shit, I gotta get ya
See, pimps don't play, so mothafucka, don't step
A bitch killin' hoes, 'cause I gotta hold my rep
See I'm steppin' with my weapon on my hip, it's a trip
Every clip in my hand, and I'm walkin' with a limp
Gorilla pimpin' bitches in the mothafuckin' house
Orange Mound n***as and were gonna turn it out
For the n***as gettin' buck, gettin' so rough
When I'm peelin' caps, I take the mothafuckin' dandruff
Off a n***a head, it's drippin' red on the concrete
Notice when I'm flowin', that I never got off beat
One time, see I kick the rhymes that make you shiver
It's me Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler

[Outro]
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Pimp n***a, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler