City Of Killers
[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 [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/UeYl ] 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]
