Letra de City of Killers
City of killers City of killersTrying 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 kinYou 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 goddamn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking why niggas left 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 killers in my clique and I keep thugs on my blockI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardWho the hell could it be, peeping on me T to the R to the motherfucking A-E Killers 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 themThat 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 killers 'til the day I'm dead and deceased It'll be us niggas, out Houston won't ever fadeWhat 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 'Til 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 chamberGrill in the back, but its you and me and T.A.Z. on the regular My K, fives don't give a damn so hoes what's up? Can't change on my feet to the dip, dropping tops and then got 'Til the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk Get a boost, can't tell for shit, city of killers fin to get looseFuck 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 about you It got me going crazy, got a nigga going crazy Got me going crazy, crazyT.A.Z. the almighty 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 meDeadly when I'm intoxicated Focused and keep my aim steady 'cause it's serious And I run with killers, dealers and guerillas coming to get you Better make a move fast, when I blast With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigger Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating Your troops execution style, leaving 'em face down on the pavement A career with them here, lookin' up and let's see who's the bossWatching 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 killers Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, niggaI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardGot my glock .44, and I think to myself I'm 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 and I gun in a few minutes It's time to give up on all my red Chucks But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear meWhen 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 a grip on your purse Everything I see, I'm claiming as mineWith a motherfucking nine, you don't give a damn 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 to 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 making my feddy, I'm running my city In the city of killersI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardI'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 clicked your spine and now you're crying 'Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hardFuck 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 about you It got me going crazy, got a nigga going crazy Got me going crazy, crazy