Freddie Foxxx, Benzino, 2Pac - Killa lyrics

"Killa"

It's the return of the troublemaker
Cause they couldn't keep me cuffed up
I be a dog so I'm never getting ruffed up
I grab a motherfucking trigger of an M1
You get DONE, this ain't a fucking water gun
Cause I'm a bad boy, so you know the kid goes
Into a thing when I let another nigga know
I get wrecked on a crew if they diss
Cause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this
I don't GO for it, never have and never will
I call shots for my crew
If you step you get killed
And fuck doing things in an orderly fashion
Let your ass do the walking
I let my fingers do the blasting
And don't never think a nigga take shorts
Cause I'm in the rap game
Ain't NOTHING changed
We're all killers just to say the least
Fuck cuties, Ray Dogg to beasts
Yo, I'm a killa

Don't fuck with a "Killa"

Sick, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on making money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to pop
I hit this motherfucking gin and I be all in
Hell yeah, young nigga straight balling
And everybody wants to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a
Nigga tryna see if I'm a killer, come on

I put the guns where the bums
Sleep in alleys with the rats
And little old ladies and
Babies are busting gats
My motherfucking looks override my style
Cause sometimes the militant may
Even crack a smile
But don't sleep cause you see my teeth nigga
I be creeping like a jack
Then blat-blat-blat with the mack
So many niggas died last year
Cause they was popping shit that
I didn't want to hear
Check it yo, I been down with gangs
Rolled with big budgets
But I was busting techs while
They was eating lunches
I run up on your ass quick-quick, flick
Check ya
Smack ya in the face then disrespect ya
'Fore I met 2Pac, I Ray Dogg down wrecked ya
I bite ya in the face like Hannibal Lecter
Then I slide by to dip from the cops
But if they wanna rumble with the
Foxxx then they get shot
You wanna come to town? I'm
Bringing lollipops for you nutters
And some of you motherfuckers is cold suckers
How many licks does it take
For me to find ya?
Bang one, bang two, yeah, I'm right behind ya
Bring in my scope
The infrared is beaming on your dome
Boom boom boom, yeah you gone

All you niggas that died fucking
With a goddamn killer

"Killa"