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Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me
********in' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get ********s like us, you know what I mean
God damn how many more mother********' penatentaries y'all gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in you know what I'm saying
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Can't none of y'all ********s ******** with none of these ********s
These triggas we's killas, sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a ************ French braiding my head
Now I leave 'em 'til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection ************ you looking at it
It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
And it's gonna take a miracle to drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
So let's wait till it get dark, so many foe's walk in my
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every ************ passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six, one ************, and thirteen ************s
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie, ********s run out and get ya cookie
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my ************t up pulling the trigga
What the ******** you lookin' at ********
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every ******** standing outside
Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody ******** ******** and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight mutha******** the witnesses
Eyes big as golf ******** from the funny cigarette
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock when I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer ********ed
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
What's crackin' well, it's the ******** that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a double decker
Marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every ************ I lay
Be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yeah
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the pos********an
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos
And now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' ********s with the buggas in my Rolex
With my aces OT on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
Cause ain't nothin' reala than ********s gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa but Mack I'll be the **** deala
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin' up
I can't go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And I'm on the street
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