Текст (слова) песни: Z-Ro f Bam, T.A.Z., Trae - City of Killers

[Bam]
Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its 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
Its 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

[Hook 1 - 2x]
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

[Trae]
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
Its 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 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-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 its your, me and T.A.Z. 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
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

[Hook 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

[T.A.Z.]
T.A.Z. 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 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
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

[Hook 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 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

[Hook 1 - 2x]

[Hook 2]

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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 [Hook 1 - 2x] [Hook 2] Нравится песня? 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