Lyrics
im not a blood and im not a bitch but im from killah cali
I bust my gun and im not a crip but im from killah cali
Im not a blood and im not a crip nigga im from killah cali
I bust a gun and I throw it in the ditch nigga im from killah cali
Everbody wanna know where chainz is from,
From the city where they kill beef,
And the danga come,
Where niggaz talk shit, and niggaz toss clips,
And they bang they guns, and cuz of cops sticks,
We made to run,
and you aint hard, cuz of the gang you from,
Niggaz will break ya lights out, in front of ya house,
Make u think its safe to come,
And put a gun in ya mouth,
That’s how my nigga Tank got done,
Niggaz dont get dead locked,
On my aim,
Cuz them bleedin red spots,
Can cause stains,
Catch A lethal head shot,
Will Have you leakin ya brainz
When will it stop?
When niggaz stop beefin wit chainz,
And I ain’t here to try, to speak no names,
Im makin it clear, we need some change,
Like this black on brown beef,
Needs to stop,
And I aint tryin to sound weak,
I need a reason to pop
im not a blood and im not a bitch but im from killah, cali
I bust my gun and im not a crip but im from killah cali
Im not a blood and im not a crip nigga im from killah cali
I bust a gun and I throw it in the ditch nigga im from killah cali
New aspen watch on, and a ring,
Blue rags bloods walk on, and I snatch the cream,
Radix malorum est cupiditas,
Translation, money is the root of all evil demons,
If that’s tru, im headed for hell,
Whether dead or in a cell,
I’ll see the devil in jail
Commin through with real shit, real straps,
Filled clips, hear dat? Real spit, im waitin, move bitch,
I don’t need a high quality beat,
All I need is a knife to stab you till you fall of your feet,
Im like a hawk, when im stalkin beef,
Till I swoop down, move around,
And put a claw in my meat,
And im not a bitch, if im feelin froggy I leap,
I’m here for chips, Im a hog when I eat
Give me a minute to digest a second,
Call me a bitch, I need to test my weapon
im not a blood and im not a bitch but im from killah, cali
I bust my gun and im not a crip but im from killah cali
Im not a blood and im not a crip nigga im from killah cali
I bust a gun and I throw it in the ditch nigga im from killah cali
Left the city of Pomona to live wit my pops in Baldwin park,
Word on the corner, chainz ran outta heart,
False, My mom couldn’t teach me things, a man could,
I never had a fake dream, like a man should,
Now them niggaz hate me, like I my names suge,
But when I make cream, they always wanna know whats good,
And when I say things, my word always stood,
These niggaz gonna make me, bury em in the woods,
Listen chainz did his share of work,
Stuck my fist in my own share of dirt,
If I had beef i’d weigh it to see its worth,
And if they still wanted me I’d hit em wear it hurts,
I got my own war wounds and battle scars to prove it,
U don’t gotta ask me twice, the first time is true when,
Niggaz wanted my life, I waited for their moves and,
If they didn’t step right, u could witness the shootin
