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I'm just a street cat, that will bring you that street shit.
Just Sit Back And Let The Realness Saturate, through yo brain housing Group
It's Killaloco "learn about it before you hate about it"
Song Info
Genre
Author
Killaloco
Rights
Killaloco 2002
Uploaded
January 09, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
just spitting hot shit, niga that's what i do.
Lyrics
I need bread, I put the pistola to yo noggin // you work at the bank, so open the safe and give me the nod in // all the loochie, nigga put the fives on top // make sure its bagged and rubber banded, so none on my funds drop // fuck the cops, ya boy loco, a two time felon // in other words, im a two crime felon // 100 miles bailing, in a souped up nova // they got me fucked up, if they thinks sirens, gone make me pull ova // the bird ova my head, but nigga, im on a mission // to leave these 50’s shook like a pit, that’s vicious // roadblock sin position, but I aint trippin off that // im in a 79, hit a gear, and take this bitch off track // they cant stop that, I might as well be OSAMA // they aint taking me alive, I put that on my mama // I love drama, I call the news channel on the two way // I tell em it’s a robbery in progress, right now, to-day // suspect in a nova, destination unknown // then they say, what does he look like, nigga , I hang up the phone // they aint catching me, nigga im gone micheal Johnson // strapped with heavy artillery, like charles Bronson // my baby mama blowing me up, she just wanna blow my money // only if I had a hunnid tatted on my dick, she could blow my money // my flow is so tight dunny, sit back and let it saturate // marinate, my niggas, I watch em post up and try to playa hate // nowadays, you cant be trusting these cats, they will fuck around and stab you with a fork in ya back // fork in the cash, nigga, ya got 30 seconds, or else, you’ll meet 30 niggas, with 30 wessons // willing to shoot, for the killa, or for the loot // rearrange ya face and teeth, with fists, or steel toe boots //
whats popping, nigga im back on the mic // stop hating, we put team tag on yo wife // toe tagging ya life, nigga ya aint fucking with me // bring a hunnid nigga, but i just told u, you aint fucking with me // clutching the 3, times 2 plus 3// i posted a battle call, no one replied, so the illest i must be // I'm a thug, you niggas need to respect that shit // call em hoes, sluts, dog, you dont need to respect that bitch // unless she sliding the chips, on the first of the meezy(month) // if she not, i put the streezy(strap) in her meezy(mouth) // im off the heezy, servin these dubs, call me the birdman // 5s, 10,s qp's hp's i got the plug, man // im spitting game, you need niggas need to peep this shit // i done fucked this hoe a hunnid times, why should i keep this bitch // treat this bitch, i could hit pussy for free // i know im dirty, dog, that my mindstate // whateva ya say, im still greater , so why hate // like flyweight, boxers versus Ali, any round, ya teeth im knocking em out // in gangsta ass nigga, do you square bellies know, what im talking about // a label looking for talent, when ya see my name, click right there // im like jadakiss, if a nigga sounding like me, dog, sign right there // i dont care, nigga, indie or major // underground no name, just when i spit, nigga, give me my paper // hoes on my pager, but these chickens aint worth the time // if it's money affiliated, these chickens aint wirth a dime // they worth a crime, i be smackin em up // but i make it up to em, put the dick in they guts // they mouth and they butt,// dog im filithy // what you niggas know bout that // i pop the HK, what you niggas know bout gats // i fuck dimes, again, tell me what you niggas know bout that // Im thuglord, with the plug, from sac-town to mexico // get at these bitches, fucking em with condoms and naked testicles
I'm stressed, yo what the fuck can i do // Damn Homeboy, you aight, you must be feeling me too // willing to do, whatever to keep a stronghold on my sanity // pockets kind of empty, need some food, for the family // my wife cant stand me, she be bugging a lot // for the bread nowadays, killa be thugging a lot // running from cops, got a pocket full of rocks // praying to god, hoping this foolishness will stop // stealing a watch, for absolutely no reason at all // my kids, gotta e
