Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, B.A.M., Taz - City of Killers lyrics

[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, B.A.M., Taz - City of Killers lyrics]

Trying 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
And reality's the flame
So why the fuck you trying to torture
With that dip in the middle
It's like I'm swallowing mighty bites
While you be nibbling 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 lying
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
Thinking why niggas let me broke
In this city of Houston
But ain't no stopping Bam
I'ma keep my ego to boosting
'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me
And bitches that jock
I got killas in my click
And I keep thugs on my block

I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard

Who the hell could it be, peeping on me
T to the R to the motherfucking A-E
Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust
Better duck
Who the fuck running 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
And 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 going down South Klique
What you wanna do bitch throwing up my set
Infrareds to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killas want right behind me
(I think you lying) so try me
These hater-fied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killas
Till the day I'm dead and deceased
It'll be
Us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
What I'm all about, hoping with
Open kicking eyes open, peeping
I gotta be scoping better keep wishing
G's on these streets be low
Till 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 five dolla with a mile
Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts
A thought in the vault
You can't forget and you feel the anger
With one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but it's your
Me and TAZ on the regular
My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so
Can't change on my feet to the dip
Dropping tops 'Til the playa get a hit
To the drink to the brain get me crunk
Get a boost can't tougher shit
City of killas and it get loose

Fuck around and pull out my AK
And bust yo ass in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead
With an infrared
I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
It got me going me crazy
Got a nigga going crazy
Got me going crazy, crazy

TAZ the all mighty devil
Specialize in the methods of torture
So stepping without a weapon's
Not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
I'm not your average nigga I'm a Guerilla
Just look at the frown on face
Running with the pack, ready to attack
Fucked up, and get your whole crew erased
If you think I'm playing, come test me
Better catch me slipping
To get the best of me
Deadly, when me toss this K to you
Focused and keep my aim steady
Cause it's serious and I run with killas
Dealas and guerillas coming to get you
Better make a move fast, when I blast
With no feelings
With a firm grip on my trigga
Open fire with no hesitation
Infiltrating start eliminating
Your troops execution style
Leaving em face down on the pavement
A career with them here
Look em up and let's see who's the boss
Watching it get raw
Coming home with three hitter quitters
That'll beat you up from the back gone
Making niggas mind
Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest
Let me pull it to the made a mistake
And try to give me a break
And then use it when you pull it
In the city of killas
Only the tough and the strong and
Those who have hearts survive
Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga

I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard
I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard

Got my Glock 44, and I think to myself
A murdering, 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 stepping
Really be stepping, and a motherfucker temper
Start motivation draining
Really bumping the fat
And your shit'll get up out your purse
Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine
With a motherfucking nine
You don't give and dump
Nigga we got good skills, and running endo in
You don't wanna meet that E
Really beat your feet
Cause I don't hesitate
To pull a tre-8 to the chest plate
Then I want a rake to scrape the plate
With a mouth full of diamonds
And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining
Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
84's and boulder blocks, elbows shining
Charging don't give it up
What it takes don't never retire
Gotta get the Glock
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city of killers

I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard
I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard

Fuck around and pull out my AK
And bust yo ass in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead
With an infrared
I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
It got me going me crazy
Got a nigga going crazy
Got me going crazy, crazy

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