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Z-Ro - City of Killers (feat. Trae & Bam & Taz) Lyrics

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  • [Whisper:]
  • City of Killers.
  • City of Killers.
  • [Bam:]
  • Tryin' to feel my inside soul 'cause a angel told me it's cold
  • But 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 games
  • It'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 friends
  • And 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 around
  • So 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 soul
  • So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold
  • Thinkin' why niggas let me broke in this city of Houston
  • But 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 jock
  • I 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 chrome
  • I'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 spine
  • And 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 E
  • Killers that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
  • Who the ***** runnin' up so nigga what 'fore I leave my star full of that heat
  • Gotta watch my back 'fore I be alone
  • That shit is gon' fall & the while back me up
  • To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them
  • That T to the E to the E to the A
  • It's goin' down South Klique, what you wanna do
  • ***** throwin' up my set, infrared's to your chest with a mess
  • Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
  • What killers want right behind me, I think you lyin' so try me
  • These haterfied niggas don't play
  • Cut in all my killers 'til the day I'm dead & deceased
  • It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
  • What 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 hoe
  • K I double L A K L A N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent
  • Never know with a lifestyle, with a 5 dollar with a mile
  • Gotta get my life be twistin' thoughts, a thought in the vault
  • You can't forget & you feel the anger, with one in the chamber
  • Grill 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 crunk
  • Get a boost can't tougher shit, City Of Killers & it get loose.
  • [Z-Ro:]
  • ***** around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
  • I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
  • I never be givin' a ***** about you
  • You 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 torture
  • So steppin' without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
  • I'm not your average nigga I'm a Gorilla, just look at the frown on my face
  • Runnin' with the pack, ready to attack
  • *****ed-up & get your whole crew erased
  • If you think I'm playin' come test me
  • Better catch me slippin' to get the best of me
  • Deadly, when me toss this K to you
  • Focused & keep my aim steady 'cause it's serious
  • And I run with killers, dealers & gorillas comin' to get you
  • Better make a move fast, when I blast
  • With no feelings with a firm grip on my trigger
  • Open fire with no hesitation, infiltratin' start eliminatin'
  • Your troops execution style, leavin' 'em face down on the pavement
  • A career with them here, look 'em up & let's see who's the boss
  • Watchin' it get raw, comin' home with 3 hitter quitters
  • That'll beat you up from the back gone, makin' niggas mind
  • Representin' Gorilla Mob to the fullest, let me pull it
  • To the made a mistake & try to give me a break
  • And then use it when you pull it, in the City Of Killers
  • Only the tough & the strong & those who have hearts survive
  • Gorilla Mob's on the rise, nigga.
  • [x2]
  • Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
  • I'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 spine
  • And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.
  • [Z-Ro:]
  • Got my glock 44 & I think to myself
  • A murderin' I'm gon' grow
  • But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket
  • And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky
  • I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?
  • Around when I come around, in red Chucks
  • But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me
  • When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib
  • Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
  • But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be steppin'
  • Really be steppin' & a mutha*****er temper
  • Start motivation drainin' really bumpin' the fat
  • And your shit'll get up out your purse
  • Everything I see, I'm claimin' as mine
  • With a mutha*****in' 9, if you don't give & dump
  • Nigga we got good skills & runnin' endo in
  • You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet
  • 'Cause I don't hesitate to pull a trey 8 to the chest plate
  • Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds
  • And the 5th wheel, be steady reclinin'
  • 'Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
  • 84's & boulder blocks, elbows shinin'
  • Chargin' don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire
  • Gotta get the glock 'cause I gotta be makin' my money
  • By robbin' & stealin' drug dealin' try to make a million
  • And plus thinkin' 'about feddy & runnin' my city
  • In the City Of Killers.
  • [x2]
  • Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
  • I'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 spine
  • And 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 head
  • I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
  • I never be givin' a ***** about you
  • You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
  • You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.

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