[Whisper:]
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City of Killers.
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City of Killers.
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[Bam:]
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Tryin' to feel my inside soul 'cause a angel told me it's cold
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But ain't no way I can fold with a pair of nuts this damn swoll
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'Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
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It's like your life is a sweet & reality's the flame.
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So why the fuck you tryin' to torture with that dip in the middle?
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It's like I'm swallowin' mighty bites while you be nibblin' on skittles
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'Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends
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And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin.
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You think I'm lyin'? What thoughts be in my head as I walk around
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So now you know when you see me why my face is quick to chalk a frown
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'Cause I don't trust nobody, nope, not a god damn soul
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So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold
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Thinkin' why niggas let me broke in this city of Houston
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But ain't no stoppin' Bam, I'm a keep my ego to boostin'
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'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me & bitches that jock
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I got killers in my click & I keep thugs on my block.
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[x2]
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Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
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I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
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Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
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And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.
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[Trae:]
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Who the hell could it be peepin' on me?
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T to the R to the muthafuckin' A E
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Killers that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
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Who the fuck runnin' up so nigga what 'fore I leave my star full of that heat
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Gotta watch my back 'fore I be alone
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That shit is gon' fall & the while back me up
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To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them
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That T to the E to the E to the A
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It's goin' down South Klique, what you wanna do
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Bitch throwin' up my set, infrared's to your chest with a mess
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Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
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What killers want right behind me, I think you lyin' so try me
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These haterfied niggas don't play
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Cut in all my killers 'til the day I'm dead & deceased
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It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
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What I'm all about, hopin' with open kickin' eyes open, peepin'
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I gotta be scopin' better keep wishin' G's on these streets be low
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'Til the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not 'cause a hoe
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K I double L A K L A N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent
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Never know with a lifestyle, with a 5 dollar with a mile
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Gotta get my life be twistin' thoughts, a thought in the vault
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You can't forget & you feel the anger, with one in the chamber
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Grill in the back, but it's your, me & T.A.Z. on the regular.
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My K, 5's don't give a damn to hustle so hoes what's up?
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Can't change on my feet to the dip, droppin' tops
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'Til the player get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk
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Get a boost can't tougher shit, City Of Killers & it get loose.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Fuck around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
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I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
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I never be givin' a fuck about you
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You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
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You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.
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[TAZ:]
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TAZ the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture
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So steppin' without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
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I'm not your average nigga I'm a Gorilla, just look at the frown on my face
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Runnin' with the pack, ready to attack
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Fucked-up & get your whole crew erased
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If you think I'm playin' come test me
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Better catch me slippin' to get the best of me
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Deadly, when me toss this K to you
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Focused & keep my aim steady 'cause it's serious
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And I run with killers, dealers & gorillas comin' to get you
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Better make a move fast, when I blast
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With no feelings with a firm grip on my trigger
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Open fire with no hesitation, infiltratin' start eliminatin'
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Your troops execution style, leavin' 'em face down on the pavement
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A career with them here, look 'em up & let's see who's the boss
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Watchin' it get raw, comin' home with 3 hitter quitters
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| That'll beat you up from the bac |
