Lyrics:
the semi
Bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch
Now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from
of madness
Niggas dying on the every day regular
Death got its own schedule
In my city got gangsters, killers, robbers
Look the wrong way then you outta there
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
its home
A prequel of a natural tone
A sequel to an unholy throne
The end of life that we all have known
Demons pride, by the anguished fool
Time to die
Yea, I know some dealers
Yea, I might know some killers
I'm still in my city
Out here they know I'm the realest
I'm just minding my business
But they say
that lives in the city, in New York City
Puts a brown bag under his arm
Walks down the street till he gets into a big box
Crawls inside and has a sea,t
really a brilliant guy
It's gritty and shitty but really
The city is mine
If you diss me, pity the silly billy to try
From Bricky to Piccadilly
me, we all got our ego
You sniffin' on that Hulk though, Lou Ferrigno
We go ape, y'all just pose like y'all killers
I know King Kong when I see him,
Zorro
I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers
Riddlers and Hitlers
Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures
Wu-Tang is the foundation, we
really at
I think in my city I'm killing that
I'm from Harlem, how I'm not conceited?
Drop the Beamer and it's chocolate seated
Smoking sour, you still
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
the city we grew into
(Big squad)
Me and my brother we share a vision
I run my shit by my own decisions
They think i'm sleeping while i'm on a mission
it’s cooling off
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got
No hook for this food for thought
When I blow that’ll cool it off .. ha
Zip lip cuz a fool’ll talk
Left foot,
Wu hooo wu hooo wu hooo
They don’t know me yet
They don’t know me yet
They don’t know me yet
Running around the city with a story
Walking around
good
Won't be your saviour oh no, I'll be your rendezvous
Show me off, take me out
Burn this city to the ground
Put me on like a crown
Trust me, baby,
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new
In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see
sworn enemy
But I'll shout out my love to the stars
So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go
When
in with the pimps and them
It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula (wheel the sound)
Pretty city, skyscrapers'll fool you, look through
to do
Fuck the city up and act a fool
Double cup up I be with the crew
If you ain't with us, we don't fuck witchu
Busy getting wasted, turn up God
Shawty
killers yo main homie be the one did it
I'm just tryna move my people, get up to the riches, stack up & go buy me an island
Must be a fool, you think imma
the city on lock and key
I ain't no possibly
Where all the problems be
Run up the money
I feel like I'm flipping tree
None of you bitches is next to me
Wait
Discuss these city of fools by the killers Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In