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Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies might make me Take chances again if they under estimate me Say your Prayers count your blessings Grab your weapon grip it tight Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonight Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue By no means I won't f**k this up this suckers life is past due I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds Walking towards the front door Yeah I think its about that time Sure enough door opens wide Now he's stepping outside Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he died Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chest Pedal to my safe spot Get the fireplace hot Burn up my clothing scrub my body Gunpowder trace gone On the way home I disassembled and disbursed Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st So i'm feeling pretty confident my mission was successful Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full () Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies might make me Take chances again if they under estimate me Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies might make me Take chances again if they under estimate me Wh y they want to test me stress me to the point I'm homicidal Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes When it comes to defending my title Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the funks jumping They must be packing f**k that I'll be the first to dump something Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the road They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unload Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the chattering I emptied the clip Not sure how many were hit Told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip He just stopped froze Like he was comatose I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me out I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts No this motherf**ker starts driving in circles going nuts Scrambling on the route I think he blew his brains out Sucka thats another reason we shure is not hang out I told him your bitch has more nuts than you Saw red and blue behind us And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean case With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shoot Over the bullhorn I can hear them say Come out with your hands raised I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants I advanced up on a bike trail Slowly losing 50's tail Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead I gota stop and take a breath in the apartments and I listen I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my position Continuing on my mission I'm hopping yard to yard Crawling bush to bush Hiding underneath car to car And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to explode Knocked on the door at 4am He wasn't one bit'suprised He said he heard me on the scanner And he knew I had to ride You say you're a gangster and don't feel that? You're faking it (Until end)
Writer(s): Ryan M Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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