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killa c - city 2 city lyrics

[intro: tech n9ne]
i really ain’t got no commitment, except to my n_ggas
hah hah
k!lla c
bg motherf_ckin bullet wound
this tech n9ne talking to all you motherf_ckers
city to city
state to state, n_gga
do that sh_t
drunk as f_ck too
45, all that sh_t, caribou lou [?] finish, n_gga

[chorus: bg bullet wound]
city to city, n_gga
state to state, boy
the only city that’s known for making noise
and we gon get it crackin, n_gga
keep it 100 with gangstas, till it happen, n_gga
city to city, n_gga
state to state, boy
the only city that’s known for making noise
and we gon get it crackin, n_gga
keep it 100 with gangstas, till it happen, n_gga

[verse 1: k!lla c]
straight off the plain, right to the booth
imma ride with bg, i got love for the duse
city to city, state to state
real f_ckin dumb, thinkin crime don’t pay
imma cash this check, by any means necessary
fry the f_ckin chicken, cause i don’t need a battery
in case you don’t know, my speach, my flow
k!ll them snitches, sell that dope
f_ck the police, wire tappin phone calls
imma tell the judge he can suck my f_ckin b_lls
all i’m tryna do, is make my ends meet
give a f_ck and hit a l!ck, imma keep it in the street
there might be a chopper loaded up in my trunk
with the 9’s in my lap, so get ready to jump
i’ll tell you motherf_cker, come here and test me
cause where i am at, man, that’s best where you not be

[verse 2: bg bullet wound]
hoppin out states, boy, hoppin out red beemers
droppin off weight, boy, duse clique is in rage [?]
hop when i say so, c_cked and i lay low
got me a glock, got me a chopper, watch when i pop it, stay low
n_gga this is all hood
homie this is all good
and if you tested on that [?] then it’s all good
skatter cook it up, kutty lift it up
[?] tuck them under, then pull them up
[?] knocked down plenty doors
i got promoters who’s asking me “what you k!lling for?”
i tell them a whole rat, matter fact 10 of ’em
i got bread, and them b_tches [?] of it
that’s real talk, walking that real walk
and if the fetti ain’t right, n_gga the deal’s off
[?]
most of you p_ssy, you need to be put in [?]

[verse 3: k!lla c]
city to city, state to state
we workin with cannons, that make the ground shake
no it’s not fake, this is your fate
go against me, you’ll be livin in the lake
street to the stage, i be spittin with rage
i’m an animal not locked in a cage
strapped to the chair, [?]
ain’t gon stop til there’s sh_t in my boots
i live on the road, so that’s where you find me
i refuse to stop when a cop gets behind me
respect for the law, sorry i have none
but i’ll tell you what i do have, a big f_ckin gun
c_ck that b_tch back, let bullets fly
i bet your mama thinks i’m one h_ll of a guy
i’m kickin your door, steal all your sh_t
then i cross state lines, and i sell it real quick

- killa c lyrics

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