Lyrics:
Killa Klan (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for each chorus)
[Juicy J]
Late last
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
ride, that's me, he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he
Krew
Unidentified ones fly individuals
We in the house like E high main Jeff Edison
Had to knock some doors down they ain't try to let us in
J in Jeff
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night,
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Chorus:
In America
Let's unite the states of America (Repeat)
Verse 1:
It's time we stood up and used our platform to make the change, together, for
Flew a couple birdies up and down the I-83
Waved to the state police, prayin that the jake don't see
Any reason to pull me over
No officer, I swear I'm
coming the trauma
My mental state on a [?]
Just got some New York [?]
I'm out here doing the dash
I doubled up on my stash
You better run when I'm coming
I
Native teens murdered by police rest in peace
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin', type of place to raise kids in
Pray on red
Right To Protect Myself (Original Mix)
Written by: J. Robinson III, M. Ali
Performed by: The Bizczar Sinista
Chrous
Give us the legal right to bear
skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind
guardare tutta notte il Tevere
e dovrebbe accadere che
New news: one nigga hit by a police
Rispetto per te sorella, ti chiamo sis
Solidarietà, rispetto e
sei que tu é safada então desce, isso é só um teste
A police me avistou de longe eu dou mais um dez
Vamo ver se tu tem potencial pra ser minha bad
Do
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin' to sleep with me
Every night,
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
Like Charles Bronson
Written By J. Robinson III, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista
Ha! Ha! Ha!
You didn't think I was coming to get ya
a mansion, but I'm still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J's on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil
to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch
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