Killa. Killa, killa, killa, killa, Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, Is going down, down, down, down Is going down, down, down, down Welcome
Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics
We gangsta'd out Still haulin' after police We're Gangsta'd out You niggas know what we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out Gangsta'd out
Hamm) [Chorus x4] (I got a new woman) She wants to get her everything for free (I got a new woman) But she ain't gonna be the death of me [Gangsta D
the wall and 99 grams left to flips that's all Like toasting a stagier I'll show you how to cut this quick Double up out this bitch The D's know me I
-to the O-R-D I keep my shit muddy like my Timbs be, you fake ass MC's [singer] Killa Beez.. Killarmy.. Killa Beez.. we will sting you.. [P.R. Terrorist
, we pop two For the love for my family, and my seed Makin' sure them records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, live in 3D Southsiiiiiiide
I turned for revenge, he started screamin' I killed his friend I started to shake, he started to fuss, he said, "Over a god damn six hundred bucks!" Man he could'a killed
stuff with kill I tell a fly freak, "What the deal?" You know she got love for me, pop th bubbly With ass like VIDA and thirty-six double D It's all bidness
hort] Tore that ass bitch when I came to town '79 dropped Caddy slamming James Brown Hoes sprung cause I bought a new car again Take the James Brown out
says he can take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school
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stir my drank, nigga you aint Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin Cause I done killed
some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light
to be in society Because we know their games, we ?appall their? ??? If they need a different style we can get ?large? He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'
Swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot I'm the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds I write
lock to it Come and rock with us, all night like Michael Jackson Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm asking I'd like to go to jams
to my scrotum Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II Big D's like
