Loaded Lux - K.i.l.l.a.s. Lyrics
feat. Fat Trel[Intro]You remember what happened last timeWhen we brought the casket on stageYou know what really happens?We told you you was gonna dieWe came on stage, looked you in your face and saidYou gon' die[Hook]Left the devil on the back roadsIn search of heaven on the path homeIn the raft I goNiggas wanna have my soulFeeling like Django, right back in new [rode-ode?][?]In these streets men bleedThey respect it or they test it aim for the weakThem cowboys, I brought killas with meThem cowboys, I brought killas with meKillas with me, killas with me, killas with meYou with them cowboys, I brought killas with me[Verse 1: Fat Trel]You a cowboy I got killasI got animals and gorillasI got silverbacks with them black macksAnd this trap rap no backpackPetty theives in my rat trapNever preyed on the weakLast lay was on south beach and that ***** stay for a week'Fore the white folk cameGuns got blown, bodies on the ground and the brains on the floorPut the cash in the bag in the all black JagIn the bag in the trunk, next to the pump - bangout here police know my nameNeighbours hate when I'm stepping outCause they already know what my weapon 'boutAnd that's murder - we killersAnd all my killers got knowledgeAnd Loaded Lux is my teacherSo middle finger to your collegeAnd ace's clip is my preachersDC bought me dollarsAnd I named my first son HarlemAnd my manager bought me commasNo drama, and I left[Hook][Verse 2: Loaded Lux]I seen wise men come, I seen wise men goAnd in this violent lifestyle all they knowThey die for all their doughIt's always a test the best gotta raise the restI pray that less less is for the king of deathSaved you flesh you guessing your brain suggestThe game [?]Nigga feel like a game of chessYou in a lyrical circle individual virtuesGet tested no question this feeling is personalAnd really get hurtful when the killing concerns youYou learn to when there's no one to turn toEnvision the [?]Slaughter all involved with the choice of doubtFought in boughts to kill what it's all aboutThe bill was real you fake gotta call you outThe hard [?] party bounceTo have all them out [?] food for thought what countsKnowledge explained without payAnd I'm kangaroo with this kLet them hold thatLoaded Lux make 'em pay they owe thatTrilly trel ring them bells they know thatFlick it up with the fans that's kodakCause hell if I gotta go back[Hook][Verse 3: Fat Trel]Cowboys and we killasWe hunt, so we eatY'all [?] so y'all starvePeasants don't mingle with godsMy body count a collage9-11 my teamSo you can either jump in this ringOr get 'head get under my wingSilencers with them beamsLoud cries and screamsDrug dealers and fiendsAnd every king need a queen[Verse 3: Loaded Lux]Me and my younger trilly trel goin' bonkersThe monster from DC boy no commentWe conscious and we be hoppin' out the [?]Hear me know [?] yonkersHarlem up in this mother*****er I offer to offer the mostAwesome lyrics you lost inSales get enormous endorsementsMiguel at the concertNiggas got to hold thatLoaded Lux make 'em pay they owe thatTrilly trel ring them bells they know thatFlick it up with the fans thats kodakCause hell if I gotta go back[Hook]
