Текст и слова песни T R U – Who's da Killer
Featuring Big Ed E A Ski King George
[C Murder]
Who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga
The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
The cops wanna ask me wanna harrass me
About this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong
Cause in the ghetto snitches dont live long
So Ima mind my own and keep stiffing
And dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
My kids still ringin from the gun black
Because it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
Another black victim of 187
His mom might be crying but she aint shocked
Her son lived and died by the fucking rock
And thats how the story goes
Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's
But ill never help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da Killer?
[Master P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap
And walk through your hood with my mug on
Call me master p or call me Al Capone
A nigga with no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
Pushed up the street by a dope fiend
Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam
And ever since then Ive been crazy
Step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
Cause Im quick this in that ass to the county
And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
From the corner to the hearse and that assed up
Put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck
Eliminating fools like a sewer rat
And floss my 380 married to a mack
And that ill be a Mack 10
So when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[Big Ed]
Late night in the cutti time to have some fun
Got a page on my beeper it was number 1
Reached for the mobile phone got it down to
Tuner called my lady "Yo, whats going out?"
She asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
Do you have your motherfucking gat?
Yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block
Then she told me my my older brother got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the door
And there was my brother lyin dead on the floor
And it has me tripped, my ace got popped
Cause they caught his ass slippng
Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back
Seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
Oh when I leave someone is going to hate me
Boot it up take every fucking nigga
Out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[King George]
All the way to the county thats were they had me
They sent player one trying to bag me
They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
He got the word from the order i was a bad dude
[C Murder]
Who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga
The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
The cops wanna ask me wanna harrass me
About this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong
Cause in the ghetto snitches dont live long
So Ima mind my own and keep stiffing
And dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
My kids still ringin from the gun black
Because it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
Another black victim of 187
His mom might be crying but she aint shocked
Her son lived and died by the fucking rock
And thats how the story goes
Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's
But ill never help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da Killer?
[Master P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap
And walk through your hood with my mug on
Call me master p or call me Al Capone
A nigga with no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
Pushed up the street by a dope fiend
Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam
And ever since then Ive been crazy
Step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
Cause Im quick this in that ass to the county
And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
From the corner to the hearse and that assed up
Put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck
Eliminating fools like a sewer rat
And floss my 380 married to a mack
And that ill be a Mack 10
So when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[Big Ed]
Late night in the cutti time to have some fun
Got a page on my beeper it was number 1
Reached for the mobile phone got it down to
Tuner called my lady "Yo, whats going out?"
She asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
Do you have your motherfucking gat?
Yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block
Then she told me my my older brother got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the door
And there was my brother lyin dead on the floor
And it has me tripped, my ace got popped
Cause they caught his ass slippng
Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back
Seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
Oh when I leave someone is going to hate me
Boot it up take every fucking nigga
Out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[King George]
All the way to the county thats were they had me
They sent player one trying to bag me
They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
He got the word from the order i was a bad dude
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