Z-Ro - City of Killers (feat. Trae & Bam & Taz) Lyrics
[Whisper:]City of Killers.City of Killers.[Bam:]Tryin' to feel my inside soul 'cause a angel told me it's coldBut 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 gamesIt's like your life is a sweet & reality's the flame.So why the ***** 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 friendsAnd 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 aroundSo 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 soulSo now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of coldThinkin' why niggas let me broke in this city of HoustonBut ain't no stoppin' Bam, I'm a keep my ego to boostin''Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me & *****es that jockI 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 chromeI'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 spineAnd 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 mutha*****in' A EKillers that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duckWho the ***** runnin' up so nigga what 'fore I leave my star full of that heatGotta watch my back 'fore I be aloneThat shit is gon' fall & the while back me upTo the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for themThat T to the E to the E to the AIt's goin' down South Klique, what you wanna do***** throwin' up my set, infrared's to your chest with a messNow stop you drop, like sweat it out my faceWhat killers want right behind me, I think you lyin' so try meThese haterfied niggas don't playCut in all my killers 'til the day I'm dead & deceasedIt'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fadeWhat 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 hoeK I double L A K L A N to the B to the A to the M, gotta representNever know with a lifestyle, with a 5 dollar with a mileGotta get my life be twistin' thoughts, a thought in the vaultYou can't forget & you feel the anger, with one in the chamberGrill 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 crunkGet a boost can't tougher shit, City Of Killers & it get loose.[Z-Ro:]***** around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the headI'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infraredI never be givin' a ***** about youYou 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 tortureSo steppin' without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn youI'm not your average nigga I'm a Gorilla, just look at the frown on my faceRunnin' with the pack, ready to attack*****ed-up & get your whole crew erasedIf you think I'm playin' come test meBetter catch me slippin' to get the best of meDeadly, when me toss this K to youFocused & keep my aim steady 'cause it's seriousAnd I run with killers, dealers & gorillas comin' to get youBetter make a move fast, when I blastWith no feelings with a firm grip on my triggerOpen fire with no hesitation, infiltratin' start eliminatin'Your troops execution style, leavin' 'em face down on the pavementA career with them here, look 'em up & let's see who's the bossWatchin' it get raw, comin' home with 3 hitter quittersThat'll beat you up from the back gone, makin' niggas mindRepresentin' Gorilla Mob to the fullest, let me pull itTo the made a mistake & try to give me a breakAnd then use it when you pull it, in the City Of KillersOnly the tough & the strong & those who have hearts surviveGorilla Mob's on the rise, nigga.[x2]Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chromeI'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 spineAnd now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.[Z-Ro:]Got my glock 44 & I think to myselfA murderin' I'm gon' growBut I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocketAnd a blue white, come with the look so sneakyI major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?Around when I come around, in red ChucksBut a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear meWhen I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a cribGotta get a Lac, but I can't get a jobBut I really gotta get a weapon, then I be steppin'Really be steppin' & a mutha*****er temperStart motivation drainin' really bumpin' the fatAnd your shit'll get up out your purseEverything I see, I'm claimin' as mineWith a mutha*****in' 9, if you don't give & dumpNigga we got good skills & runnin' endo inYou don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet'Cause I don't hesitate to pull a trey 8 to the chest plateThen I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamondsAnd the 5th wheel, be steady reclinin''Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first84's & boulder blocks, elbows shinin'Chargin' don't give it up, what it takes don't never retireGotta get the glock 'cause I gotta be makin' my moneyBy robbin' & stealin' drug dealin' try to make a millionAnd plus thinkin' 'about feddy & runnin' my cityIn the City Of Killers.[x2]Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chromeI'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 spineAnd now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.[Z-Ro:]***** around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the headI'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infraredI never be givin' a ***** about youYou got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.