City of Killers Songtext
von Z-Ro feat. Taz, Trae & Bam

City of killers
City of killers

Trying to feel my inside soul ′cause a angel told me it's cold
But ain′t no way I can fold with a pair of nuts this damn swoll
'Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
It′s like your life is a sweet and reality′s the flame
So why the fuck you trying to torture with that dip in the middle?
It's like I′m swallowing mighty bites while you be nibbling on skittles
'Cause this city we in, it ain′t no such thing as friends
And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin

You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around
So now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown
′Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a goddamn soul
So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold
Thinking why niggas left me broke, in this city of Houston
But ain′t no stopping Bam, I′ma keep my ego to boosting
'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me and bitches that jock
I got killers in my clique and I keep thugs on my block


I′m just letting you know don't test me, I′m with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I′m more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you're crying
′Cause you realize that your dick can′t even get hard

I'm just letting you know don′t test me, I'm with my chrome
I′m still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin′ out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you're crying
'Cause you realize that your dick can′t even get hard

Who the hell could it be, peeping on me
T to the R to the motherfucking A-E
Killers that′s like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
Who the fuck running up so nigga what
'Fore I leave my star full of that heat
Gotta watch my back ′fore I be alone
That shit is gon' fall and the while back me up
To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them


That T to the E to the E to the A
It′s going down South Klique, what you wanna do?
Bitch throwing up my set, infrareds to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killas want right behind me (I think you lying) so try me
These hater-fied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killers ′til the day I'm dead and deceased
It'll be us niggas, out Houston won′t ever fade

What I′m all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping
I gotta be scoping, better keep wishing, G's on these streets be low
′Til the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not ′cause a hoe
K-I double L-A-K-L-A-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent
Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mile
Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought in the vault
You can't forget and you feel the anger, with one in the chamber

Grill in the back, but its you and me and T.A.Z. on the regular
My K, fives don′t give a damn so hoes what's up?
Can't change on my feet to the dip, dropping tops and then got
′Til the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk
Get a boost, can′t tell for shit, city of killers fin to get loose

Fuck around and pull out my AK, and bust yo ass in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be giving a fuck about you
It got me going crazy, got a nigga going crazy
Got me going crazy, crazy

T.A.Z. the almighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture
So stepping without a weapon′s not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
I′m not your average nigga, I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face
Running with the pack, ready to attack
Fucked up and get your whole crew erased
If you think I′m playing, come test me
Better catch me slipping to get the best of me

Deadly when I'm intoxicated
Focused and keep my aim steady 'cause it′s serious
And I run with killers, dealers and guerillas coming to get you
Better make a move fast, when I blast
With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigger
Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating
Your troops execution style, leaving ′em face down on the pavement
A career with them here, lookin' up and let′s see who's the boss

Watching it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters
That′ll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mind
Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it
To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break
And then use it when you pull it, in the city of killers
Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive
Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga

I′m just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome
I′m still in my ghetto peel, I′m more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you′re crying
'Cause you realize that your dick can′t even get hard

I'm just letting you know don′t test me, I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I′m more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin′ out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you're crying
′Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard

Got my glock .44, and I think to myself I′m murdering, I'm gon′ grow
But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket
And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky
I major in at 175 pounds, then I'm gone and I gun in a few minutes
It's time to give up on all my red Chucks
But a nigga can′t even see me or hear me, fear me

When I′m in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib
Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be stepping
Really be stepping, and a motherfucker temper
Start motivation draining, really bumping the fat
And your shit′ll get a grip on your purse
Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine

With a motherfucking nine, you don′t give a damn
Nigga we got good skills, and running endo in
You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet
′Cause I don't hesitate, to pull a Tre-8 to the chest plate
Then I want to rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds
And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining

'Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
84′s and boulder blocks, elbows shining
Charging don′t give it up, what it takes don't never retire
Gotta get the Glock ′cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing, drug dealing, try to make a million
And plus making my feddy, I'm running my city
In the city of killers

I′m just letting you know don't test me, I′m with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin′ out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you′re crying
'Cause you realize that your dick can′t even get hard

I'm just letting you know don′t test me, I'm with my chrome
I′m still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way
That clicked your spine and now you′re crying
′Cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard

Fuck around and pull out my AK and bust yo ass in the head
I′m trying to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be giving a fuck about you
It got me going crazy, got a nigga going crazy
Got me going crazy, crazy