Lyrics:
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
I see by the papers that
He came from the old religion but possessed no magic skill
Descending from machinery, he left nothing from his will
searching for the moon in the ocean
My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D
It's killer city, Missouri murdering 'em on GP
So fuck 'em all with a condom
run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum AmEx card, was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like,
sacrificial death, to die for the blood is all I have left.
The system at hand must see one thing clearer:
the city of L.A.'s the black and brown killers
gettin' stuck
It's all I know bout comin' up
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up move
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up
time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
He run the motherfucking city
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
borrow my jewels and bar the fools
'Cause they'll play ya like the space bar in Tools
Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise, uh, uh
'86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
No slack for you fools
If you ain't getting the message I'll slap it through you
My ass is coo coo, cracks is brutal, that's the usual
Shit that we do
Yeah, my first brick
It's Benny, Black Soprano Family
Trust gang, Griselda
Yo, uhh there's quiet niggas who killers
So you don't know who with it
So
love a woman turn around and abuse her (oh)
Only a fool as described by the Tribe
Here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay)
Gonna make it
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone point me a tone
the city
Welcome to the 910
If you not from there please don’t drive by slow
Cause them guys might blow
Niggas paranoid cause one of they guys got smoked
out ... tattered on my hand, the d is in me
you can pretend ... but any
for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion
and i put on for my city
off, bitch
Gang! Gang!
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut
traumatic Iraq mood
Iraq's not Iraq, it's really Iraq fool
Lieutenants say they're pulling the pilly to pop dudes
And citizens in the inner city can not
That boy soft he wanna lip box
Fuck it take off his fitted
I still ride with killers can't risk it
Niggas be broke can't fix it
Don't want smoke know it
Being real, that don't cost shit
Now we richer than them niggas in them office
Cause I can deploy them killers nigga
No remorse cause I don't start
gold or plat
We gucci and iceberg like the rest of you cats
One of the biggest on the map, they call us clutch city
Hard in the paint, we killers like
No Supastar, just gotta just who you are
[Bounty Killer]
25 to life, uh, pass the lighter rude boy
The music a hot like a million fire side
Come
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