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Killer G's
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Killer G's was released on April 1, 1996 by Epic/Legacy as a part of the album F.B.I.
AlbumF.B.I.
ReleasedApril 1, 1996
LabelEpic/Legacy
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah, the Dayton Family in this bitch for the '96 fool
You know what I'm sayin', D-D-S
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Downtown Security, bitch
Dayton Avenue be true, ****
I'm out for murder, motherfuckers, get prepared to go
And when I toot, I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold as snow
My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain
Get a fool for his chains and raise more throws and blows than Dana Dane
I'm always strappin' on the jackin', for your chains I'm droolin'
And checkin' your socks for them fat knots, who the fuck you think you foolin'?
Runnin' from them sirens, stop the violence, I ain't heard that shit
Come in my hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys raise hell, so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed, I smoke and sell more coke than Coca-Cola do
I'm built to last up in that ass, my crew makes all the noise
Ho you lookin' like Emmitt Smith, runnin' back to get your boys
It's do or die and bitch, believe me, I'm not tryin' to go
Many men have tried and failed but those who failed can't come no mo'
I pledge allegiance to the flag but there ain't no stars and stripes
Just thugs and folks with drugs and addicted bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante gettin' panties by some jakeed up flake
Too much to count, I stack amounts, ain't nothin' about me fake
Nobody move, nobody die, so bitch don't move a inch
And I'm puttin' slugs in any bitch that'll even think I saw flinch
It's time to bail, my sense of smell is what cocaine entices
Bail with Joe Stanley, tried to ban me 'cause of high yayo prices
And on that note, I quote, I'm deep and I'll stick your momma up
He got ten G's and an eighth in the safe, **** you know what's up
TEC move arousin' for them thousands and that yayo stash
Drunk off that whiskey, fuck John Cisk, I'm fittin' to rob his ass
When shit gets tight like Barry White, I practice what I preach
Little shorties wanna be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
The B double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P
C-A-P-O-N-E D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E
A killer
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't (G), wanna see another killin' G
He's a killer off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that Glock at you
I'll catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
Runnin' for your life again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin' your chest, open your chest, real fuckin' wide
You're fuckin' with a murderer, Caddy Coup burglar
Sweep you off your Danas, when you see me, I'll be servin' a
Ziggy zag, four-four mag, that fuckin' public enemy
Shakin' and bakin' and takin' yo' shit
Beatin' your pussy and wreckin' your shit
Sendin' you bitches up on your way, that's the way face the ray
Diggin' 'em as they body lay, pickin' 'em with that Uzi spray
Gats and Glocks, money and rocks, you best to believe I gets the loot
Fuckin' you in your bootyhole, punk, 'cause you's a roody-poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
Three killers in hoods got your goods, peeled your cap and dipped
Gotta battle my way up off this set, it's like initiation
My posse pack mo' pumps than a motherfuckin' gas station
Better watch that gate that you been boomin' in this Dry Town
Kickin' at your door, bitch, and you bitches best to lie down
A schizophrenic that's makin' you panic when I pull this gauge
I do more licks and throw more kicks than Johnny Cage
So fuck what would you be talkin', you be walkin', stalkin' like a hawk and
Trigger be triggered when I sick it 'cause my pen ain't sickened
It's do or die, we multiply, on the for realer
Better ask your motherfuckin' mother, D's a motherfuckin' killer
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't (G), wanna see another killin' G
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't wanna see another killin' G (G's, these are motherfuckin' killers)
D-O to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer)
A flyin' G don't (G), wanna see another killin' G
G's, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer
G's, these are motherfuckin' killers
G's, D-A-Y-T-O-N killer
G's, these are motherfuckin' killers
Written by: Ira Dorsey, Raheen Petterson, Steve Pitts
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