Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

City of Killers Lyrics

f/ Dougie D, Trae

 

 [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 fuck 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 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 like me 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 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

 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]

 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

 

 [Verse 3]

 Test the all mighty devil, specialized 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'ma 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 to the 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

 Watch it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters

 That'll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mine

 Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it

 To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break

 And didn't 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

 

 [Chorus 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 weigh 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 tell me

 Start motivation draining, really run up 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 wanna 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

 Throwing bows like boulder blocks, elbows shining

 Jaws don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire

 Gotta get the glock, cause I gotta make my money

 By robbing and stealing, drug dealing, try to make a million

 And plus thinking bout feddy, and ?ruin my titty?

 In the city of killers

 

 [Chorus 1 - 2x]

 

 [Chorus 2]