City Of Killers Lyrics

The song City Of Killers is performed by Z-Ro in the album named Look What You Did to Me in the year 1998 .

[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 f**k 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 d**k can't even get hard

[Trae]
Who the hell could it be, peeping on me
T to the R to the motherf**king A-E
Killas that like me trucks with a bust, better duck
Who the f**k 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
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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]

Z-Ro - Look What You Did to Me

Jun 1998

City Of Killers