Текст, перевод и аккорды “City Of Killers”
- feat. Dougie D, Trae [Dougie D] Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair unless this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games Its like your life is the sweets, and reality's the flame So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle Its 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, no not a god damn song 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 [Chorus 1 - 2x] I'm just letting 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 hit your spine, and now you crying, cause you realize That your dick can't even get hard [Trae] Who the hell could it be, peeping on me T to the R to the motherfucking A-E Killas that like me 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 shaky grin, gotta know get enough for them That T to the E to the E to the A Its going down south, what you wanna do Bitch throwing my set every, 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 head about niggas don't play Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceased It'll be, these niggas out Houston won't ever fade What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping I gotta be scopeing, 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-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 its your, me task and the regular My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so Can't change on my feet to the dip, trying to stop Till 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Verse 3] Test the all mighty devil, specialized 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'ma 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 to the K to you Focused and keep my aim steady, cause its 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 Watch it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters That'll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mine Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break And didn't 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 [Chorus 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro] 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 weigh 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,
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