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Albums:

Dancehall Killas, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Natural Born Killas Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sins (Charm City Devils) · Sex, Sins & Samples (The Cotton Club) · Sins and Greed (Blitzkrieg) · Sins Lies & Angels (Jason McCoy) · Died for Your Sins (Avengers) · Died for Your Sins (Avengers) · 7 Sins (Kane & Abel) · Deadly Sins (Seven Witches) – and 19 other albums »


[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa

[Hook]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
now we got you high 

I don't know you 
Why the fuck you all in my grill 
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill 
You ain't no killa
after big banks 
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats 
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats 
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches
<9th Prince>
Get the vests; get the vests
<Killa Sin>
Word up, grab your nines
<9th Prince>
Crazy head get out there God
Blast that nigga hard
<Killa
I swore (ya heard) 

that I'd never rap about another nigga on a record 

(that's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about) 

that I'd never
muthafuckin bustas

[chorus:(1) fiend]
Boy, we down south bangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas

[chorus:(2) fiend] x 3
bleed
Ask Jesus for forgivin'
For all the sins that I did
I'm trapped in a storm
In a place we call Earth
I tried to stop but I just slid
Into
pump, pump, cock the glock, shot ya
By thaegang we let off go bullet ranges
For the same we comin' 2 serve ya

Chorus x4

[Flesh]
Niggas, make the cities
killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck
yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break
a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
With a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty,
[Chorus]
Its for my mob figgas 
My mob figgas
My dolla billas 
And my dope dealas
Guerillas
And killas getting jigga
Repeat 2x

[Verse 1]
From city
marbles nigga 

But I got two sides 

Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area  I mean the Westside 

With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
crunk?(x2)
We rockin stilettos hoe(x8)

(Diamond)
Stilettos on my feet, I'm sexy wit' a mug
I'm buckin' on why'all hatas just to see if why'all crunk
We
back door 
slangin my yae-o 
rollin on them po-poes 
dropin that viper 
smokin that indo 
makin that bank roll 
Stupid ass bithes 
don't you know 
Killa
for all

[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect
from
The big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know
I got game & that's real from a trio nigga havin' green
Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore
crunk?(x2)
We rockin stilettos hoe(x8)

(Diamond)
Stilettos on my feet, I'm sexy wit' a mug
I'm buckin' on why'all hatas just to see if why'all crunk
We
pictures isn't necessary
Diamond be my name and by the looks gurl, you ain't even ready
Wit' my dickies two piece and my hair cocked to the other side
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. 
Click tight, for life, family ties. 
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. 
All for
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You
killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck