City Of Killers
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[Whisper:]
City of Killers.
City of Killers.
[Bam:]
Tryin' to feel my inside soul 'cause a angel told me it's cold
But ain't no way I can fold with a pair of nuts this damn swoll
'Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
It's like your life is a sweet & reality's the flame.
So why the fuck you tryin' to torture with that dip in the middle?
It's like I'm swallowin' mighty bites while you be nibblin' on skittles
'Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends
And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin.
You think I'm lyin'? What thoughts be in my head as I walk around
So now you know when you see me why my face is quick to chalk a frown
'Cause I don't trust nobody, nope, not a god damn soul
So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold
Thinkin' why niggas let me broke in this city of Houston
But ain't no stoppin' Bam, I'm a keep my ego to boostin'
'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me & bitches that jock
I got killers in my click & I keep thugs on my block.
[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.
[Trae:]
Who the hell could it be peepin' on me?
T to the R to the muthafuckin' A E
Killers that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
Who the fuck runnin' up so nigga what 'fore I leave my star full of that heat
Gotta watch my back 'fore I be alone
That shit is gon' fall & the while back me up
To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them
That T to the E to the E to the A
It's goin' down South Klique, what you wanna do
Bitch throwin' up my set, infrared's to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killers want right behind me, I think you lyin' so try me
These haterfied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killers 'til the day I'm dead & deceased
It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
What I'm all about, hopin' with open kickin' eyes open, peepin'
I gotta be scopin' better keep wishin' G's on these streets be low
'Til the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not 'cause a hoe
K I double L A K L A N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent
Never know with a lifestyle, with a 5 dollar with a mile
Gotta get my life be twistin' thoughts, a thought in the vault
You can't forget & you feel the anger, with one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but it's your, me & T.A.Z. on the regular.
My K, 5's don't give a damn to hustle so hoes what's up?
Can't change on my feet to the dip, droppin' tops
'Til the player get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk
Get a boost can't tougher shit, City Of Killers & it get loose.
[Z-Ro:]
Fuck around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be givin' a fuck about you
You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.
[TAZ:]
TAZ the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture
So steppin' without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
I'm not your average nigga I'm a Gorilla, just look at the frown on my face
Runnin' with the pack, ready to attack
Fucked-up & get your whole crew erased
If you think I'm playin' come test me
Better catch me slippin' to get the best of me
Deadly, when me toss this K to you
Focused & keep my aim steady 'cause it's serious
And I run with killers, dealers & gorillas comin' to get you
Better make a move fast, when I blast
With no feelings with a firm grip on my trigger
Open fire with no hesitation, infiltratin' start eliminatin'
Your troops execution style, leavin' 'em face down on the pavement
A career with them here, look 'em up & let's see who's the boss
Watchin' it get raw, comin' home with 3 hitter quitters
That'll beat you up from the back gone, makin' niggas mind
Representin' Gorilla Mob to the fullest, let me pull it
To the made a mistake & try to give me a break
And then use it when you pull it, in the City Of Killers
Only the tough & the strong & those who have hearts survive
Gorilla Mob's on the rise, nigga.
[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.
[Z-Ro:]
Got my glock 44 & I think to myself
A murderin' I'm gon' grow
But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket
And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky
I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?
Around when I come around, in red Chucks
But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me
When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib
Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be steppin'
Really be steppin' & a muthafucker temper
Start motivation drainin' really bumpin' the fat
And your shit'll get up out your purse
Everything I see, I'm claimin' as mine
With a muthafuckin' 9, if you don't give & dump
Nigga we got good skills & runnin' endo in
You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet
'Cause I don't hesitate to pull a trey 8 to the chest plate
Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds
And the 5th wheel, be steady reclinin'
'Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
84's & boulder blocks, elbows shinin'
Chargin' don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire
Gotta get the glock 'cause I gotta be makin' my money
By robbin' & stealin' drug dealin' try to make a million
And plus thinkin' 'about feddy & runnin' my city
In the City Of Killers.
[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.
[Z-Ro:]
Fuck around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be givin' a fuck about you
You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.
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